Sow a seed of random and grow a fortune in folly, if Polly did indeed put the kettle on was it a random act of kindless kind of a random though indeedly seeded mind.
Not all it was what it once unseemed where and in between the random dreams I've leaned into another opportunity gleaned from editorials and comments on this life, if torments were a pound a pound and ground into a paste I wonder if this waste of tone or time in rhyme would be as random as the right hand on my arm or just left as all things are which is alone and all by far the best a random seed can be.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 5:21 AM UTC
Sow a seed of random and grow a fortune in folly, if Polly did indeed put the kettle on was it a random act of kindless kind of a random though indeedly seeded mind.
Not all it was what it once unseemed where and in between the random dreams I've leaned into another opportunity gleaned from editorials and comments on this life, if torments were a pound a pound and ground into a paste I wonder if this waste of tone or time in rhyme would be as random as the right hand on my arm or just left as all things are which is alone and all by far the best a random seed can be.
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