This is a translation of another poem. It's had about 6 stages of random additions and subtractions. I just kinda liked it.
Red roll from flaring England
Bam! His still black carcinogen
Drink and pass peaceful puce blame.
My magenta sound needs refurbishment. Thud.
I indignant, punch, call out cyan.
Magnolia is to curdle. Drip done.
I feel apathetic grey slip.
Marinade, zoom away beyond gold.
Flustered route to white gun.
Reassures that green tap heart.
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