we have scorpions my wield has two eyes i saw no bee running my right hand
up the railing and continues hurting.. the cunning man i am i urinated on it
and that has stopped there is some wisdom in the old ways ***** is a natural
healing..
vi
rainy day scribe would like to imbibe sweet long ago youth to kiss your red mouth that soured wine and screamed our insane face..
i would look into your eyes and tried not to think of them so much for that no.. but iยด d be gone it was the **** and all that colors when we got effed up you saved your best insights for our arguements you brought me two black kittens i put you in bed and fed you porrige everyone complained i went to the occasional party but prefered the country we see the cure..
i lived the country we went to cinema we saw the piano you on the bus
me on my bike.. i enjoyed that forrest ride cool in the morning and out of the breeze you with the haarlam gazette..
o twas a cold of a winter so i might visit my friend fiet who lived on a house boat with so many cats and dog and a chicken and geese.. we would have a cup of t and looked at her photos..
when the canals froze when at the sea side or with a sweet cognac and a pint of mild heck my hand throb and my heart too..