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Slightly unkempt.
This is all what she pronounced my garden fit to be.
Evil ladened, cosmically.
In a livid manner.
Second to nuns, my Poor Clares ladies, with their long weeping fronds.
Overtly run-of-the-mine,
ruins of the mind.
Hollow ferns of hellish green,
chronically grim, broke, falling back on Mr Holinshed’s backyard,
the kind of preferred means of communicating history in an inhospitable land, my benign neighbour, while others lie motionless, perhaps follow my nose.
Mujikly befitting a boor’s red light.
You should cultivate the hardened arts.
Would Séraphine of Senlis bemoan the lack of observance and courtesy,
that I won’t introduce myself to?
Well yes, sure, you’re right.
Answered I, her true bill in my teeth, with its thousand grains of sooth in the aggregate.
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