Curvy and nervy turn men topsy turvy.

Arms and legs are war’s dark dregs.

Simple and pure confer di rigueur.

Watch then wait; switch then bait.

Love is dribs, then some drabs, a call for dibs, a plea for dabs.

To avoid crashes and fears, don’t use smoke and mirrors.

Heaven and hell terrorize the unwell.

Minds are open, minds are shut; love is “Not quite,” and “Yes, but!”

Time dilly-dallies down diurnal halls, then rushes willy-nilly out sidereal  doors.

Nick and pick; remit, acquit.

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