Fraction Anthem

We demur at 'alarmist'---
forlorn but fun-loving
alertist, rather.

Take down
this message,
please:
PERFORATE FIRST
EMBROIDER LATER

('Imminent danger' is redundant;
you're either in it or you're not,
there's no approach.)

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- More and more, at every turn, I find myself given away.
- I am saddled, in part, with the fate of being thought adorable.
- I would like to wear, for a time, a phosphorescent medal.
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On occasion, the meet-most
chintz ('we lift up our hearts') finds
purchase

a parsec afoul of wilting
morale, lapsed cogency:

so our group fairweathers, admitting
a welter of concessions and ennui.

What thistle-down DIY, what
throws and pillows---

('we lift up our hearts')
such sovereignty, the crises practically
penciled-in.

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(I plucked the newest, palest leaf from the youngest tree on the block, placed it on a table for viewing, but it curled up as it died, like its kin-creatures, the spider and the storybook.)

'Tiene dolor? Cuidese, cuidese.'
('With gladness and singleness.')
....................
Go on now,
shovelful by shovelful
gets it done.

Just see you
mark the slick condition
of this pitch.

...................
(Now must be the flush
moment for Haitian yellow
mangoes. All the street
vendors have 'em in spades.)
....................

A difference between Torts
and Acts-of-God.

That fellow has winsome energy,
I skip to it.

Appeals for succor, nifty skews:
wincing in pleasure.

Not a stop, a stop-over, an organ
stop, i.e., a tongue.

Giddy, nigh, leavened
with gravitas.