2008 yearlong sonnet-- iteration 15

Analogous liminal flow 
people were, I've got strips 
drivers scattered on them. 

That hairdoo at dawn 
depths of various containers 
whose being means squeaking 

& the little swirlings are too 
Elton John, who saps in 
to dimmer electric candle. 

Trending to snide slow 
I maim the quality objects 
slick back my quack. 

Maybe a tan would help 
Our bar gaming fissures?

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