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Ed. Good luck with the one that says posts should be on the topic ! We do tend to wander (or is that wonder; never know which is which) on here!
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Like vivid June hyperbole,
The sun plunged into May's freshness,
And struck its sparkling AB madness
Against the barnlike thread of FredPuli
Of this, the Ed's insane AB asylum.
A softly clutching Bambi noise
Stumbled from the open sunny windows.
Now and then obliquely reeling rowan shrieks
Rose, as though from sipowicz and tenrec men
To whom madness had assumed
An inexpressibly avatar face.
An ABer stood at one window,
Their ncfluffy face trembling underneath
A feverish JJ jauntiness.
A long white Talbot feather slanted back
Upon his almost shapeless hat,
Like an not-so-innocent trollish evasion.
Hotly incessant, Ed's voice
Methodically flogged the heavy Friday lunchtime air:
A voice that held Traci's bones
Of AB happiness and fear;
Ed's voice in which emotion
Sharply ridiculed itself;
A gnome-ish vigorous voice
Mockingly tearing an AB life
With an unanswerable non sequiter question.
Hollowed out by the ABer's howl,
We turned and saw an asylum Mod guard.
Their petulantly flabby face
Rolled into booze-loaded chips of eyes.
They bore the aimless Bardish confidence
Of one contentedly playing with other craftie wings.
The walked away; the Aber above still shrieked.
We could not separate them.
Normal insanity resumed in the land of the AB free.
The sun plunged into May's freshness,
And struck its sparkling AB madness
Against the barnlike thread of FredPuli
Of this, the Ed's insane AB asylum.
A softly clutching Bambi noise
Stumbled from the open sunny windows.
Now and then obliquely reeling rowan shrieks
Rose, as though from sipowicz and tenrec men
To whom madness had assumed
An inexpressibly avatar face.
An ABer stood at one window,
Their ncfluffy face trembling underneath
A feverish JJ jauntiness.
A long white Talbot feather slanted back
Upon his almost shapeless hat,
Like an not-so-innocent trollish evasion.
Hotly incessant, Ed's voice
Methodically flogged the heavy Friday lunchtime air:
A voice that held Traci's bones
Of AB happiness and fear;
Ed's voice in which emotion
Sharply ridiculed itself;
A gnome-ish vigorous voice
Mockingly tearing an AB life
With an unanswerable non sequiter question.
Hollowed out by the ABer's howl,
We turned and saw an asylum Mod guard.
Their petulantly flabby face
Rolled into booze-loaded chips of eyes.
They bore the aimless Bardish confidence
Of one contentedly playing with other craftie wings.
The walked away; the Aber above still shrieked.
We could not separate them.
Normal insanity resumed in the land of the AB free.
