Taut Gibberish Verse of the Day

As an ashtray death-signal bleakly twinks, foretelling a harsh doom
Stout, three-fingered Martians circumnavigate elliptical causeways
Operating their crash-barrels in the ubiquitous, luminous cotton fog

An Asian yeti keens, stirring the neolithic fedora,
as the fungal re-echo of the oligarch dims
Erudite Savants, reefing titanic corms accurately, enlace cypsela diptychs
Earthen aircrews munch heinous fajitas to globulize minor broncos wearing tutus

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