torch them
scoff
then whittle
make them smither
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
ns
chapstick won't
suffice
indifferentiate then
pot shots won't desist
tame them
rattle as if and only if
cages for the nonce
can one desist twice
flannel vapors might be nice
the threads of least Apollo
overturn the truculent
and now embossed
malingering is glossed
for supine weathermen
who floss near frost
and who are we
to coddle or refrain
we're all caught
in the would-be fluff
good naturedly despite
the snickers of the jade
lined poppycock
where stilts have
also been
sheila e. murphy
