it's weather
a shot
with my
wit round
her waist
where night
fire and
brimstone sought
not his
tweets here
but there
dawn but
the smoke
in his
city the
early paper
must glide
it's weather
a shot
with my
wit round
her waist
where night
fire and
brimstone sought
not his
tweets here
but there
dawn but
the smoke
in his
city the
early paper
must glide
