Northwest season comes in with a shake,
With delights of Midwest flights,
Your bodies cold, child and ached!

Do thy shake? Under cotton shears?  
Naked in underwear soo gruesome they make your tasks,
Always left out, the never has.

The never is, is always now,
Always somehow you end up where you don't belong to me!
Where your blind your free from misfit cattle probe!!!

Under thine scarf,
Beneathe thy robe!!!

Underlying country drive takes essential life.

Circular whirls,
Young ones Curl's,
And saturating, eating away twelve o'clock brunch!!!!

Are you up yet?
Hath thou been prepared for thine lunch?
Art thou fine?
Are you okay?