One parish at a time mam.
Sonnets Before Surrender & The Building That Follows
The war refuses the head, below wasting in dead
Rearing the front as storms fell the timbers rot
Upheavals breast, shorn and filled in neglect
Lay useless she had cried, allow dimple and deny
Tis only folly we are joined from, seasons blurry
Contemptuous fury, theatrical brevity, lifeless
Burning misery, hasn’t all gone and come
Just so fiddle and spun, as garnish and lathe
Without soured breads fortune, and curled ears late
Forever they attend, a hearts creative bend
And rule they must, alas at lose in unbreakable crust
He in hand created this land, in tales of ferried rows
Gentled slave we musn’t hate, crucible’s labors as knave
In there buildings, craving and fighting, loud and obscene
Fruitful as flies, multiplying night skies
Crying babes of violence, unruly and brutal
Off again we should shout as they, steam filled hovels in suet
Sasha, gogol is great absence extrapolation scenery in verses while Kafka is just, depth in abandoned mirror as gogol is a thespians pondering, Kafka is a finished product of study
I'm Irish?
In turgenev I found myself
Hesse is a redundant necessary pause under the Alps of Italy
Art class for my Louvre awaits
The inclination of panting olives branch
Crested seas tearing ******, sparce
Finding furthers shelter against indifferent moist, begins fountain pens
Narcissus was the inventer of the hot air balloon
I make new Japan flower to bring Jenna haze and Irish blemish
Yvettecubancookiegarcia sadnesses, no empanada? Use blanket over day
The found me in French
Paris the Tupperware kitten rescue