Frog Eyed Dog Drool

Humous

Hath      nary

the rage of an old english

mans

Dragon breath to

contend with the 

garlic wench's malodorous

halitosis

on such a seemingly dreary summer cloud does drip

Autumn purple from the sky

when the seasons change

blurring, banishing, surging, canopies of rain forests--

I envision them in winter for some reason

And an arctic tropical coconut drops in the hard crust of aged old snow

pushing a puff in all directions like it landed in powdered sugar

right next

to

a

penguins

webbed foot.

The End

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