Feather by tedious feather…
The droplets process the wedges over the ledge’s pledges to weather.
Chocolate endeavors withers the leather altogether.
That’s not true, so ensue whatever you glue.
Smell the brew?
Misconstrue what architects do.
Can you understand?
Did you not withstand the angels’ angles firsthand?
Band as one, undone and bland.
Muscles of mourn, my right-hand man.
Mouths of mussels are torn, flight and scorn.
Dust on corn, command commerce on a plantation’s demand.
Now, expand the unplanned plans to withstand fortification of land.
In walls of sand, so grand.
Spareness in poorest pores of fairness..
Little to no awareness in the glands of the hands we cherish.
We’re here to stay.
~ That Dude Eddie~
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