blare the tarnished bungle horn
and shadow thinse the shallow herd
running whence [ ] bounding fell
curdle hurled and cuddle round
bell from bale and bovine moon
bouncing chale and chalky fume
think upon the stout and call--
what is thrumming and unsad
on the ledge of torn smiles
i cast away the demon years.
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