Aunt's Misery, And Uncle's Kind Enough To Laugh?

Wasn't, not was... The tale of entertained innocence Speak of the devil, is all of a heed, a buzz? Long times with a pretty eye, that took on the proverbial since... Honey, and a summary land... Sent to a rhyming breeze? obscure was a noble they Venting irony for a risen dance? welcoming mercy at hand Baring the shall's comment to a calling? secrets with prettier eyes, may... Talking with the burden; so adroit, of a banal instinct...? Has focused another's eye on the problems of home... Heavenly couth or the curse of happenstance Has welcomed us, not the spoil of demand, but a wish becoming some... Wealth, versus wisdom In the pity, we fight like aristocratic futures... Found like a stricken conversation let, to complete and win Salvation of a peace; is ours for question we made, to purity... But, where, is the fun in that... Save your hug first, for a rolling presence of sharing a loyalty Simple as pie, a black bird has spilled the beans, a royal isn't... That is the cough of dependency, for a soul with or without, simplicity? Good morning, angel How was the nights resolve, sleepy philosophy till the end? You awoke when a silence was early, the hour given to little... Loves and daring decency, of a waiting hope, to make your liberty a host to render...? The patience you show, and the embarrassment of should? A showing live of simpler sorts, with the count of shadows... Persistent little cease and desist, approval of a nary come would Without a friend for hap, from here to eternity with a spoken said: Wishes that play the part Wishes that compare final luck, to a promise that seems to keep Wishes that rued the irony of poise, into two parts of art Wishes that sake a divine course for the breath of a season's leap Of succinct chances and flowers that gave the wonder of solitude... Somewhere, the poignancy of a shared idea, if not the dragon that made you... Is a weary hindsight, that has sat on the laurels of worth, like a shoulder Your care for these, meant and lent with virtue, has juice to please?

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david-hilburn

56 / M / Soldotna, Alaska

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