Bad Language

“I bought a fog”
to consternation say

Across the lab a perplex gaze

He can’t tell
If it was me or something fatter
That brokered language to this point

I hear that they are ceding rain over Siberia
And at the lake
Hourly clouds draw crowds

All I wanted was to brew tea

and speak my joy
A wait of coin is falling from the sky

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