Still Bourne auteurs.

Lock picking water Bourne fairies the deadliest 

Hobby horse i ever had to pull the leg off 

To nibble had metal fatigue and wore splints

Night reading material by the lamp stand 

to pull a cordial man up by the bracing weather 

At this time of day with the hill climb ahead 

to the deceiving tree casting false paths 

in the twill that’s weaved heeding 

The still Bourne auteurs waiting on wings

Of the vain intimate victorys accumulating 

Two educations map reading the Somme.