What’s the harm in a stale cake
And Hair caught on loom and tiled plangents
Come backs made to slam door
the gawping vultures losing it’s whey
knocking down the Fifth to American made
horses Seeking sanatorium
As queues formed to watch them swim for it.
Le gard Dropped that’s bookmatched
and hop on fuse that Was a relight wine
soaked rump ride as It makes a cookoo.
vowel sound how’s the wall banging drive
Lost its mind as they hesitate on borrowed brow
and they try on older pen Name.
Have you recital planned like alasouros man
Caught Baking Dexterous and hand scrawling
In its plucked feathered versed of paradise.
Kin that deafen themselves by design
In naturalism that run its courses
in how to rune a dry stone wall.
