Colorless green ideas sleep furiously

Monitors of measly meaning,

The words of wonder lie moribund at the bottom of mind.

What wonder there may happen to hold in the hold

Of median mentorship, mildly musing muses

Seen at the scene of a moldy museum

May assuredly rest, reasonably scintillating with sane songs.

Folded and loaded in green fury,

The fur of few flowers, green with grains given minor grace,

Flew forward into the finery of a high-flown fen

Forever, forever, forever.

Forever green, grown moldy in the dark of drawn dresses

And happenings held mainly at museums,

Amazing and alive.

A measly maze of missing mass,

The binding energy of a mourning molecule

Resting in its mass, furious, furious, furious.

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Be it even so homologous,

There's know plays like Gnome.