Looking forward

to preposition season, when
the hunt is on for next to 
and about and nearby and
the over under above avowal
that cradles nature in nurture
and promises to promote 
every aspirant to the tired
offices they speak. Squeak 
mice into homes and then
caterwaul until they heave
and grieve and finally leave.
There are no words like close
thirds, blued and greened and 
yellow as all red centimeters;
imperialism is an impish 
inch ready to impeach every
peachy clean participle until
the grammarian become 
centenarians and finally
succumb to a semi-colon
high on full periods.

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