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When the marquee ship Marine supreme Loiters its appendage in the foamy cream And its crop, kipped beam, Stealing the distant gleam Leaving the sea its seam Sentiments to be redeemed When stares become teemed With fleeing tears that stream Vivacity at velocity extreme Icing a sung I sing for you, my dame       RSe1mour

*Tis’ true what they say Isn’t it? The intrigue is true to form, Irrefutably au rendez-vouz, au “guarde a vous” Erected like the monument of dreams Dramatic illusion, tis true, 'tis always true, 'tis on point always. Without a glitch Or a hitch It’s a brand new menu Everytime, everyday every visit it’s a chic, a sick, a thin a thick business for the shot callers Big ballers and tall order clienteles Movers and shakers from the few The pride and th...

Miniature Toi petite Etoile, Little Stud stutter Hustle and bustle vast pasture Far as tar For as tier As to Aster per your stature, matter of fact Squinting fleck Of granted annex Inexplicit structure, Scanty twinkle in the complicit pasture Stadium of astronomy Stratum of Cadastre Stratocumulus that come mum a roaring star, Sparkling specs of the scintillating spectacular Atypical sprinkling exhibit of the dazzling azure Epic! Peculiar relic! What noticeable oddness! A happens...

Rainy days-nights jet stream to the gild into my brink Sodden, psychological lolls "Eau" Welter welts the goldenness Migraines nip away at my realm. L.o.l, in hiss I sink. Hissed, every bit of satirical drolls Ho! Ho! Witty godliness Grimy foray… a gleam, a wicked wink, up above in the mythical atolls Wow! What writhed suddenness! Insanely rayed the acme, the think tank, the zodiacal scowls Ohm! Weighty hardiness Heavenly grimes, gravid gleam this radiant evening, ...

All Capital City Streets, a wicked district where a cross-eyed cricket crawls and a crippled cockroach leaps; All star sector, a section of town where corpses, eyes wide shot, amid footsteps lays steeped Dead man gawking in glooms before swaggering out gutters in back allies of lost sheep Across the shadow lane by the shipyard track where Shepard in dark shades creeps. In reference to a Reverend who preyed on a poor ailed sinner whose spirit soberly seeps Yet in reverence, the sinner seeks d...