Fleeting rhyme

Yellowed by the moody wind, devoured by a brief violent fire,

do you already think I'm a bore?. There, what did I not offer you:

Civilian witness, sporty high flyers, Recipes for lovers, political stage winner,

suspected shooters, Defenseless people lured into ambush, auditing bodies,

prohibited substances, Opinion controversy intrigues, Coup and campaigns, the Federal Councilor in

Style radar, the Dow Jones and this million dollar transfer, gives! Epidemics of Suspicion,

a waterfront, Depardieu's wine cellar, Activities

to keep the last bees—-.

I tried to be you all and more. Do you figure it out now??

(please turn the pages!)

You are (to) good at forgetting, and it's about that hard, to tie you up,

like this newspaper, the already ge—————————-stern—-

has stopped after a brief violent fire, to be.

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Yellowed in the word, weathered in the content.

(18.8.2017)