it makes a diamond a bauble gold a metal heavy silver a shiny insignificance pearls a nice sea thing mountains climbable the deepest valley shallow it makes temples another house symbols unreadable tomorrow livable today ethereal yesterday memorable others invisible her touch her kiss the import like salt used to be more valuable than all the jewels all the oil all the wisdom of any three she is my fountain of youth eternally
we make shake n bake to magnify the whole thing make it better and higher and more wow I went along that's when I got hooked on the feeling the majesty the bangs now I am down in a hole looking up and she is gone and the thrill too what the **** is it all doing to my brain my libido my life I give up
Misty words billow in the cold Pluming from their mouths Quiet swearing and first *** coughing They walk close to hedgerows Kicking the dew from the grass As birds squabble over breakfast And mushrooms are still socialising They whistle the dogs to heel All panting and wagging tails Stirring the dawn damp air For happy is the early dog In these sumptuous fields
Now the business of dawn begins Low sharp commands are uttered Bringing the younger bounding learners To a proper sense of purpose And that high-toned cross breed The sleek and swift lurcher Is eternally proud and primed This long-sprint racer Takes inevitable chase Without sentiment or concious cruelty An ancient craft is practised here With the dogs at dawn