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Death's Pontchartrain
From death's Pontchartrain,
slinking down the hall,
with innuendos from the grave,
festering in the bayou.
Pulling three wags' bull,
of the mono aggro,
ripped from a troll
drowning into the sinkhole.
Placing the dark in the closet,
a crownless prince of death,
no tallow for the moths
with a bucketfull of shadows.
Now, who is the oddball,
of the would-be clones
trailing vagabonds
of bones cabal.
slinking down the hall,
with innuendos from the grave,
festering in the bayou.
Pulling three wags' bull,
of the mono aggro,
ripped from a troll
drowning into the sinkhole.
Placing the dark in the closet,
a crownless prince of death,
no tallow for the moths
with a bucketfull of shadows.
Now, who is the oddball,
of the would-be clones
trailing vagabonds
of bones cabal.
Published 11th Jan 2023
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