the little fiddle-in-between
boggle-with-and-no-other....
things...
        diamonds and ****...
things women care about
while throwing their
sons to the Nero lions...
   you know...
the **** to commute...
or take a leap into keeping
a time of time...
or the miraculous response to
"sedating" an affair with Monday...
or whatever...
         an Artemisia...
         well..
there's definitely a history...
   lucky ****** me...
there's "hereoically" no footballmatch,
esp. "bold"
with no pundits...
           big hard-on for the chimp
brigade...
                oomph... massive 'ard-on!
the **** are you on
                                about?!
i've just ushered out a cat from
my bedroom...
          turned on a lightbult,
put on my sunglasses...
         and it's 5a.m.
   in terms of June...
                               in england!
                bonkers! or is this 19'
          66 like the holocaust never happened?!
oh wait...
              bring in the china
concerned
   speaking the same lingo cwowd...
  like cymwu...
                        i mean: relsh...
              ever spot a ginger
badger?!
             me neither...
          spot a dubliner uns uns uns like an ounce!
huh?!
         Belgrade is the new Beijing
in terms of hustory lessons?!
                no... you're the natives...
you tell me!
       i'm just the acquired tongue!
i'll be the one citing:
red coat march to death etc.
   red coat march to death etc.
  red coat march to death etc.
    red coat march to death etc.
         but... thing is...
            the etc. bothers me...
              nice to don the red coat...
but the "thing" in between
and the "thing" after?!
      
can i claim a st. andrew's:
     off you go, with it?
                           - motivational claim
of invigoration?