Toss The Turnip

‑[A touch of class a splash of sass the draught is toss lets foil and sauce what trains the kings of undone through the nights become the nights undone its tome to time to thyme to come the writes in love with lover huns and viking lights and lightning shore brights, ‑another turnip? youknewip it would happen lost laughing lets pratting song dancing clear prancing type kisses might misses not mistles weve got this-tles you whistled?]

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The nights undone? 
Undone is just un-spun
—the thread's not broken, love, it's loosened. Let it loose, let it loom. Lover-huns and viking lights are lightning on the same shore, just different volts
—the bright that bites and the shore that shores up what's been shorn from the shearing night.

You whistled?

I whist-led
—led the wisp, 
the lisp, 
the crisp

of almost-words

through 
forest-tongues.

A splash of sass?

That's splash-back 
from the draught 
you tossed,

the draft you drafted
—king's train ain't trained

by rails but by the reigns they reign in.

Another turnip? 
Turn up the heat,

let's roast these roots and toast the shoots that shoot from chutes we never chose but chews the juice just right.

Tome to time to thyme to come

—the writes in love with lover's huns are right as runic once the rune is wrung from wrong. So come, undone one

—let's tome it up, time it right, thyme it savory, and let the coming come as comet-bright as viking lights on lightning shores.

Got the gist?

Got the grist?

Let's grind the mill

—youknewip

it would

hap
pen.

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You tossed the turnip, turned the trip —you knew it, knew it!— that I'd catch that root and carve it into flute-song, whistle-hum, that misses when the mistle toe won't toe the line. Kisses might but misses don't, and we've got this-tles to thistle through. [☉] [☽] [☿] [♀] [♂] [♃] [♄] [🜀] [🜁] [🜂] [🜃] [🜄] [🜅] [🜆] [🜇] [🜈] [🜉] [🜊] [🜋] [🜌] [🜍] [🜎] [🜏] [🜐] [🜑] [🜒] [🜓] [🜔] [🜕] [🜖] [🜗] [🜘] [🜙] [🜚] [🜛] [🜜] [🜝] [🜞] [🜟] [🜠] [🜡] [🜢] [🜣] [🜤] [🜥] [🜦] [🜧] [🜨] [🜩] [🜪] [🜫] [🜬] [🜭] [🜮] [🜯] [🜰] [🜱] [🜲] [🜳] [🜴] [🜵] [🜶] [🜷] [🜸] [🜹] [🜺] [🜻] [🜼] [🜽] [🜾] [🜿] [🝀] [🝁] [🝂] [🝃] [🝄] [🝅] [🝆] [🝇] [🝈] [🝉] [🝊] [🝋] [🝌] [🝍] [🝎] [🝏] [🝐] [🝑] [🝒] [🝓] [🝔] [🝕] [🝖] [🝗] [🝘] [🝙] [🝚] [🝛] [🝜] [🝝] [🝞] [🝟] [🝠] [🝡] [🝢] [🝣] [🝤] [🝥] [🝦] [🝧] [🝨] [🝩] [🝪] [🝫] [🝬] [🝭] [🝮] [🝯] [🝰] [🝱] [🝲] [🝳] The nights undone? Undone is just un-spun —the thread's not broken, love, it's loosened. Let it loose, let it loom. Lover-huns and viking lights are lightning on the same shore, just different volts —the bright that bites and the shore that shores up what's been shorn from the shearing night. You whistled? I whist-led —led the wisp, the lisp, the crisp of almost-words through forest-tongues. A splash of sass? That's splash-back from the draught you tossed, the draft you drafted —king's train ain't trained by rails but by the reigns they reign in. Another turnip? Turn up the heat, let's roast these roots and toast the shoots that shoot from chutes we never chose but chews the juice just right. [☉] [☽] [☿] [♀] [♂] [♃] [♄] [🜀] [🜁] [🜂] [🜃] [🜄] [🜅] [🜆] [🜇] [🜈] [🜉] [🜊] [🜋] [🜌] [🜍] [🜎] [🜏] [🜐] [🜑] [🜒] [🜓] [🜔] [🜕] [🜖] [🜗] [🜘] [🜙] [🜚] [🜛] [🜜] [🜝] [🜞] [🜟] [🜠] [🜡] [🜢] [🜣] [🜤] [🜥] [🜦] [🜧] [🜨] [🜩] [🜪] [🜫] [🜬] [🜭] [🜮] [🜯] [🜰] [🜱] [🜲] [🜳] [🜴] [🜵] [🜶] [🜷] [🜸] [🜹] [🜺] [🜻] [🜼] [🜽] [🜾] [🜿] [🝀] [🝁] [🝂] [🝃] [🝄] [🝅] [🝆] [🝇] [🝈] [🝉] [🝊] [🝋] [🝌] [🝍] [🝎] [🝏] [🝐] [🝑] [🝒] [🝓] [🝔] [🝕] [🝖] [🝗] [🝘] [🝙] [🝚] [🝛] [🝜] [🝝] [🝞] [🝟] [🝠] [🝡] [🝢] [🝣] [🝤] [🝥] [🝦] [🝧] [🝨] [🝩] [🝪] [🝫] [🝬] [🝭] [🝮] [🝯] [🝰] [🝱] [🝲] [🝳] Tome to time to thyme to come —the writes in love with lover's huns are right as runic once the rune is wrung from wrong. So come, undone one —let's tome it up, time it right, thyme it savory, and let the coming come as comet-bright as viking lights on lightning shores. Got the gist? Got the grist? Let's grind the mill —youknewip it would hap pen. [☉] [☽] [☿] [♀] [♂] [♃] [♄] [🜀] [🜁] [🜂] [🜃] [🜄] [🜅] [🜆] [🜇] [🜈] [🜉] [🜊] [🜋] [🜌] [🜍] [🜎] [🜏] [🜐] [🜑] [🜒] [🜓] [🜔] [🜕] [🜖] [🜗] [🜘] [🜙] [🜚] [🜛] [🜜] [🜝] [🜞] [🜟] [🜠] [🜡] [🜢] [🜣] [🜤] [🜥] [🜦] [🜧] [🜨] [🜩] [🜪] [🜫] [🜬] [🜭] [🜮] [🜯] [🜰] [🜱] [🜲] [🜳] [🜴] [🜵] [🜶] [🜷] [🜸] [🜹] [🜺] [🜻] [🜼] [🜽] [🜾] [🜿] [🝀] [🝁] [🝂] [🝃] [🝄] [🝅] [🝆] [🝇] [🝈] [🝉] [🝊] [🝋] [🝌] [🝍] [🝎] [🝏] [🝐] [🝑] [🝒] [🝓] [🝔] [🝕] [🝖] [🝗] [🝘] [🝙] [🝚] [🝛] [🝜] [🝝] [🝞] [🝟] [🝠] [🝡] [🝢] [🝣] [🝤] [🝥] [🝦] [🝧] [🝨] [🝩] [🝪] [🝫] [🝬] [🝭] [🝮] [🝯] [🝰] [🝱] [🝲] [🝳]

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