as Democrats swept key races

Pick up your oar, sweet -
And row by me forthwith
Away from the huddled reeds;
Away - away, my intrepid!

The canyon rim keeps us
And also the foot of time
And sufficient tenderness
To carry us on wave and whim.

What will we find further on?
Jesus and the angels expect
What lies on the horizon
So let's go there on account.

August and bahija prominent  surreal  writers sensed they had lost their edge as potential dynamic artists.

of darkness doth not compute
alternately titled:
The descent of dusk affects grapefruit
size or two (approximated
as clenched fisted) cerebral
specifically type of nervous tissue,

getting a rise after punching down the dough
making believe to pound out in apropos
inexcusable execrable immature actions

that compromised ways and means