Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 40

With this here chromatic range-fiddler
Glinda, the witch of the glazing too-toos
Match slid the blown-out neonized cave.

She a-burped into slept-in sting-hive
Forwarding rave heaven dances like 
None other than "will not ever Heaven be";

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Only much much smaller. Thine vowels ate sleep cuter. 

I certificate with a calculus text open over his face
That I hadn't seen that mess in a minute!