Crow-bars as big as an Oak, or the head of Egyptian alien architects build desert triads, ten thousand buff onyx oxen men to remove the kite height splinter from a kitten's foot.
Somehow I'll hold my tongue- tied like cherry stems cross-like the national anthem spools of yarn big enough to fill a football stadium in colors of senescent knit sweats alternates with purrs and claws.
How can one apologize by way of ESP? Or plead with ghost dripped vows stay up all night to write while you were up scratching the post.
I am remiss for not admitting in all the languages of the world
I clearly do not speak in Morris code or maybe cats just can't read. I thought I had, let me try again.