Nadir There’s Mor

o’er the land as lay

a brim on the brink bobbl’d

caramel apples’

 

cellophane wrappers

a corncob a smoke-ring’d hob

what time bloomers flue

 

a great cauldron’s pool

a roil a purple rattle

nightshade a fool’s head

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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