Poet#7 - "D" - "Untitled"

Dangled Dee swayed down from a draped tree.
She drawled into drably songs,
Dinging out of tunes,
And remembering the dingus name of the Dinka.
Down from the desert a dreadful Dinka was coming,
To dine on drakes dressed with grease.
Oh Dee, Oh Dee,
How drained my head can be?
His name so strange drifted away.
A dithered mind won't help my kind.
How will I dub his name?
Oh Dee, Oh Dee

The End

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