What the poet is trying to say is that if you take the loose twetchel sections of a, say, a fendered smoig, and gwelb them tightly to the phobostarber on a German or Chinese windmill, you get a clemotic reaction, which can waft and extend for a time and a half.
And nobody wants that.
I just wanted to clarify that.
I hope, fervently, the poet will have more time for poetic explorations after November, other matters ceasing to occupy his time.

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