Quelling Gums

Starting cover of a coal black stove plate internedles on the
Hand of a tongue wagging waif. What pompous banquet of the
Well winded doctor of gummer whose fine derives from given thy yapping
Runaway yammer! Death sits around life waiting for the melancholy, while separating
Life of the fancier of folly. I watch thick fists clench at air and teeth grind, while
Tongue waggers wing words engagement twining. Crazed 'halloos' are the strangest
For tempted rose. Gifted vestiges of language sommersault recourse. A treadmill of
Exchanges flap conjectures into wastes. Tongues in cheek revalue preservance
Of a confidant's tastes... Gracious office to surround the outward anteriority
Self deleting egoisms that deject positive approachabilities. One blow to the head
With casual verbage misplaced, clains one to a language and intellect in routed
Place. Your quelling gums are a banquet to the dumbfounded ear. Your elaboration
On a theme on generosity veered. Suspicion fled with the setting sun going down. Quelled
Gums sedated with tranquilized red crown