Fate, lean or die / Fat Eleanor dies

Fate, lean or die so none can offend. October
eels; overtime again for tunes and bags and
caveats and lot-lord. Loves asinine, age reviled.
It (or I) always break down-wind. Ingrid sold
men off ears and sin. Fate lean or fall; Ingrid
suspending doom often softens hope. Fully
we’ve illustrated
an artichoke.

Fat Eleanor dies on one can of fen. Doc-to-be
reels over. Time, a gain. Fortune sandbag
sandcave at sandlot. Lord loves a sin in eager evil.
Editorial ways break down. Winding rids old
men of fear, sandsin. Fat Eleanor falling rids
us (pending doom) of tens of tens. Hopefully
we veil lust rated an art.
I choke.


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