When sticky paper ankylosed their times,
Since they anchored paper on paper’s times,
Their mirthful magazine disclaimed less fined,
Excited an obtuse-four multiply dined,
Fore terminated good four they obeyed paper,
Square, good hours from their paper change,
Deprived downward their good, paper gaper,
Changed some decapod three till one-way Ange,
Than within antiquated they oppressed three,
That they imprisoned the four they like days,
Annoyed paper hence zoned their three tree,
Troubled their hours from ignescent gaze,
For circumspectly watched up their square days,
Mingled their square, square since they watched their Shays.
Cut Up Poems are a fantastic form of poetry. Here are some I produced recently. I hope you like them.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
When Sticky Paper Ankylosed Their Times
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