The deck is stacked in this position.
He cuts the deck and shows the cards,
just as they were left.
He traded dips. The rotor didn't turn,
the showroom shuttered as she
dictated her dips. It didn't track
the chronicle exactingly.
Someone cited Mamma Mia!, the judges
tallied digits and directed
contemplation to the docket.
They were adepts. This didn't mean that
they were experts. They didn't look
like figures from the chronicle.
A beaded slip is tightened on the hob. The
digits on the slip are not directly
what was meant.
The beads are dotted underneath
remembrance, undoubtedly a posture
crucial to the body's chronicle.
If it is etched throughout
and decked in total detail, there is
a thin, dark layer stuck
to the topography. The well-
adapted darkness accrues dicta,
but only well-adapted talkers
curve the molding to their service.
Like dirt under a fingernail, the black
veil on the funny duplicated surface
is a cause for talk. The words
can say, heaving on along
the thready drudge, a horror over
duty dime-and-nickled in discussion.
The heady minute pointer tallies
every digit on the verso,
overloaded with the weighty
overspeculated chronicle. The
ditty spun over the molded dark is not a
dainty daughter traipsing out of doors.
Ahoy, and anchor—a dome upon
us in our years advanced. This is a
dual song, the heavy story.
A sembled order dribbled on the wall
allowed a couple earnest
surveys of the hearse. A bit of wisdom,
and the symbol soon deterred from
gated shapes does many earnest steps in
old directions, the symbol styling portions
of its head under the abnegated guising on the
plate. Odysseus was sometimes selfish, and
sometimes said what he had only once believed,
Penelope a dribble giving cover for his body's
sediment experiment. Oh, an ode to devil's
newly heavy body, lurching here and there
upon the burning lake, many of him new and
using what was old to pitch a trove of
phonemes, some only divulged with half a heart
and with the older tongue. He knew it was
a wornout tongue, it sounded in the phonemes
that he tried. Ahoy, the drawing of the other
druid's abnegated dribble, specializing toadstools
aided in the ode by many years.
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