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Supposition Now (Free verse) by MacFrantic

I'll await the rate of invasion, To spray a magnet fantastic. Will, and in the event of illness, kill. Cope with me dear, I am changed in all manner. For sweet creation I collide. Apt, profound Jason in stars. Newborn savoir-faire trips politely. Uncanny Westerlies, and in each a trist. Play the bad man, sir, When disrespect unmakes you. Surely hereafter is appealing.

Edna Sweetlove 16-May-06/12:37 PM
Pretentious I feel. Tryst is mis-spelled too.




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