I vicariously induce her
where deed is factoid
and she lie there my tack
that raze on her back
whether we might cherish this muse
and ride track that we expose alike
in the twilight
that wake chubs astream
and in this heat we kiss further
that curses are admired
as rules are acclaim
and we are never dying together
and this we sake in Jacob

in a
flair of
oil there
she'd  kurd
lard with
cream puff
but a
suit made
up lore
while its
migration uprooting
societal bliss  
left vagrancy
or anarchy
there so
trump avoid
****** today