Another spellcheck poem! Isn't it pretty? These are pretty much the only poems of mine that I don't violently dislike, now...funny how things work out.
Squawking prophesized digit's protrusions to be
occasionally independent tragedy.
The biscuit exception was unconscious,
but choked exercise managed
and received the aforementioned structuring.
Wondrous chestnuts came across abbreviated.
Bureaucracy connoisseurs' hideous harassment
And caffeine professionalism inevitably lead
To an innocuous sheath in Massachusetts.
Practicing schizophrenia helps to accommodate noir.