R/ckets and S/ntries

that doctoral candidate you lost wants home, the thrift poets of conviction need a basis for damn nation, meanwhile a run on sentence went off without a hitch, resonant news always wants to address that, as for the war, yes we sink inside a melon called off, furthermore there is no waft left in disjunction until you say 'I Love You', the fever pitch still regards us benignly, and we're all ready for more class structure, until then, send in red guarded material for the final mow down, praxis wants a head dress