gibberish

Poor planner, sky scanner, bright banners.

Post bills on my boredom. post pills to my manners

Swallow tablets in the dessert,  burning bushes converse, speaking  my gibberish. Teach a man to fish.

A whethered broomstick sweeps a which of her feet. Openly discrete, partially complete. A massive machine  to tow my toe from my feat’s feet.

Feverish till the system glitch hits fever pitch. Sky scanner, lies on the horizon. wretched may eat the rich. Ill manners may make many a madman in my manor

 

 

 

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