poem (poem party)


poem party

When should copying, be practical paratactical    like a parachute

prime ordinal? Plupart du temp, pine away for printemp prairie

dog, on pretty party prizes, for such pirates please. Pandering after

activities for the princely potential potentates primarily pleased

by such pleasure. Patagonia pine, deliberate delinquent portraiture.

Eager platitudes colored. Think now potato peony plum blossom

less than purple. Praise practicality, no sense of property. So

let's pale in prospect, pandemonium. Pin to pain, painting

to the prosperous pastiche of pasty pearls. Possibly. Petunias

some pastime for the pens. Pascagoula pas-de-deux too. Rain 

down on peoples port-to-port presently peaceful, perambulate

like punies, ponies. Punic as in sense of the heroic. Parables 

devoid of profoundly passive pronouns pecular, dire palindromes

Oh pearly and playful. Are they? Don't pass the pistol. Papago

jelly pesky proud profound  punctual and oh yes pastiche.


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