Thomas Lowe Taylor -- NO MEATIER POTATOES

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1

Founded afar, noon's color blue-orangish
The slugger spins away intense reveries
Clue the seller into more omnipotent strains
Of the newer motto you'd called aloud
And moved motive's clue against the more

Relinquintent sayings afar no matter to the
More than lineament-attuned reefer stain
Your own habitat made implemento by now
Their own thrusts are herein the more open
Tonality in restraint from further allowances
Than had been "in mind" more or less new

2

Founded afar, noon's color blue-orangish
Looseners into formations langoring down
The slugger spins away intense reveries
Youd'd plud nor master internal his owner
Clue the seller into more omnipotent strains
What'd clemency door nooner spins inside
Of the newer motto you'd called aloud
In the night forecast his hours' due not toward
And moved motive's clue against the more

Relinquintent sayings afar no matter to the
Lark internal what's house and garden for
More than lineament-attuned reefer stain
Therein rapunto the forward claims within
Your own habitat made implemento by now
Where's doubt no entry in the climbing stain
Their own thrusts are herein the more open
Who'd clawed nor penitent therein the mustard
Tonality in restraint from further allowances
Lets them down then strain again to looser ties
Than had been "in mind" more or less new

3

Founded afar, forms noon's color blue & orangish
Looseners into these formations langoring air down
The slugger tolls, spins away intense likens reveries
Youd'd plud wastrel nor master internal thus his owner
Clue the indigent seller into more than omnipotent strains
What'd clemency repeats door nooner spins lark inside
Of the newer these motto you'd aloud called aloud
In the night former forecast his hours' later due not toward
And moved clues to ant motives clues against uh the more

Relinquintent sayings longitudinal afar no mattering to the
Lark internal grouses what's house and tool garden for
More than lankier lineament-attuned looter reefer stain
Therein rapunto knickering the forward flowing claims within
Your own habitat in green made implemento pinnacles by now
Where's doubt entering no entry in the newer climbing stain
Their own thrusts forced are herein slamming the more open
Who'd clawed ahead nor penitent sluts therein the mustard
Tonality in another restraint from eagles' further allowances
Lets them once down then strain again these lingering to looser ties
Than had been lost "in mind" to more or less new angles lengthen.


NUR SPLENATO

Ast after offer, she nur's nay plenty in her pinto.

Thus, another offer heard her screaming for forgiveness under the gun, under the whip,
"Stay, master, stay yr satiation in another realm, in the music where it hangs in the wind."

You'd occluded, nay rapunto, and heard in the whining signs at the end of the void, here where her own tomatoes scale the rack, wheel the dunes in singing realms at maid and term, the air's own school holds you outer in the realm of dunes and forlorn detriments;

There in the noon of rooms, history heals the less informal actions, signing time his voice in restitution skeins the heir, the "this" of that's own term and tempo as slicker airs redo.

Lator, in lateness meant no due but honor's term's tempo hoots along alloys of the light air in sense or outer, "Yo, il mahoud, her heart's a flamenco duel all meandering now!"

They'd late net markings, how clamored retains the sound /rapunto/ of the air's own heart in simple made the same line declining from outer codes to internal smooth, her other arc.

I'd marked out hard, then stayed, to hold no outer but the single skein, herein made taut, and less aside than simpler airs not spoken in the heart's own stroke one-on-one, the new.

Doubled skarners no forgiveness in tempo, in the line, in the song in the tune's own sign he hears her singing in his ear she comes so slow along and sighs the time along among.

Finishes fine tempos left astern in smoother angles reposed from where he signed on inner forms leaner now than not he hears her moaning in his arms again, a song for life.