¡Neurosis!

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    open-circuit
       oval-visaged
           oxide blue
         oil painting
with a ground
      mossy-backed
          negrohead beech.

Typhoid horse shows
    truth-lover
          as folly-snared
                twelve-legged
            Balto-slavonic
          six-jointed
    church mouse
under the table.

Much admired
     white-gloved
       motors proposed alliance
     with rohah
   gearshift
      sensor
   for better future
  about
        well-documented
      powder pane absenteeism.

Need some help understanding this?
 Pin a rose on your nose!
       - Darja Gremillion

Born in 1944 in Santa Monica, California, Ms. Gremillion would boast that she had never traveled further East than the Rocky Mountains. She started writing poetry in the late 1960s and often read her works on stage at rock and jazz concerts. Sometimes, bands would go on stage and start playing while she was reading... as a way to complement her work... but this only caused her distress as she felt her work was important enough to stand on its own and without musical accompaniment. During the mid-1970s, she stopped writing all together and didn't draft any new poems until she was diagnosed with cancer in the mid-1990s. After a difficult three year battle, Ms. Gremillion passed away in late 1997.