Dreams! Arcs! Narration is overblown.
There are sentences proclaimed,
stories overthrown.
Brandy is sickly if given to thought.
Bodies are sticky when not at all ought.
Sweat on the day that the lake fully froze,
giving the business to pondering prose.
Fateful is verbal 
and bottoms are blue,
carry the noises in silliness flumes.
Popes and the pipes are organic chem;
teaching the math and courting a stem.
Wakeful the madness and carrying forth
balkanized landscape is everlast scorched.
Walking will happen given a step
footfalls unshod will hurriedly rep.

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