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Sunday, April 23, 2023

<-air>s Rock! or, L'Ambiguity Drift: a Meterhyme

      ABCs worth of isometrical lines escape from 
respective partial tautograms to form alphabet.


/ ...asthmatic Aussies ask for aboriginal air... / 
/ ...because deep breathing's bumm'd. (Buñuel blames bad boutonnieres)... / 
/ ...consiglieres can't control Collodi's corsair... / 
/ ...degreed (doct'ral) Dakotans' deaths decreed debonaire... / 
/ ...evaporates entir'ly emu-egg-nog eclair... / 
/ ...flung further from the folderol of Follyburgh Fair... / 
/ ...great-grandpa Zola's Gorgon's great at grating Gruyère... / 
/ ...his harmonies haunt hummingbirds and haricots verts... /
/ ...itinerating internat'nally in Israir... /

*   *   *   *   *

/ ...performance...? Poor (Prokofiev's piano's a play'r)... / 
/ ...pluperfect pallidectomy pursued by a pear.../

*   *   *   *   * 

/ ...we're willowy as weasel wordings walking on air... /

     
     (a work in progress)

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