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September 8, 2013

 

 

He spoke with words

I never knew,

like pixipummelisation

and amoranious brew.

 

He spoke with words

I’d never heard,

like nudistratum

and matricrapation squared.

 

He spoke with words

that made no sense,

like septojuranic

and insignatious defence.

 

He spoke with words

that went over my head,

like montimountiness

and stigmatatous dread.

 

He spoke with words

just to keep me impressed.

I always knew he’d made them up,

but of course, he never guessed.

 

 

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