In the motley woodland
Little that'll understand.
In four months
Rye ripens.
From squealing jigsaw
Dust settles.
Four carnations
Nailed to the keel.
Sixteen degrees.
Africa is warmer.
Sixteen erasers.
Darker hair.
In a freshwater lake
Usual trout.
In the March of the bulldozer
April is heard.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 7:35 AM UTC
In the motley woodland
Little that'll understand.
In four months
Rye ripens.
From squealing jigsaw
Dust settles.
Four carnations
Nailed to the keel.
Sixteen degrees.
Africa is warmer.
Sixteen erasers.
Darker hair.
In a freshwater lake
Usual trout.
In the March of the bulldozer
April is heard.