My half of the world's fast asleep Both hands stretch to twelve in a reach And as their minds fill with dreams, I fill paper With the spilling of my blood and ink
A nice day she'd go with who so **** but in the zoo but only there in mild weather kept this best together and this basic trunk and sweater with gallops here soon or to the moon still triumphant in alligator shoes
a morning of gratefulness will heighten my apple or sprite only that one wakes the *** with golden keys till dawn flies in rhetoric with plea of harmony that properness is parallel as thee
A black rose was court indifferent therein Malibu as hammerhead led tigress yet felt antithetical and melted doom in the air and the water crept upon the shore if north beach surf was shone
a rinse that he convince the wiseness as Victor Borge now act to stream if verge of coast in the sand lie the sphere of confluence to evolve but evoke the cascade she flows
a little heathen remark was you and vehemently there but that you had heard it in trial but in merriment was also you again with the silver ring in the glass that mystery tell