Peg, roundly topped and
bottom squared, hops out seeking
holes to reconcile.
"Soon, very soon," she posits
then passes dear Fork
forlorn on pebbled road. His
tines are liquid droops.
His heart stabs for cheating Spoon.
Opposite, Puppet
sits to tend her knotted strings.
This path is puzzling.
Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 8:52 AM UTC
Peg, roundly topped and
bottom squared, hops out seeking
holes to reconcile.
"Soon, very soon," she posits
then passes dear Fork
forlorn on pebbled road. His
tines are liquid droops.
His heart stabs for cheating Spoon.
Opposite, Puppet
sits to tend her knotted strings.
This path is puzzling.
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