Wednesday

Boggled





No she's knot. Its very happy. Three in one hanging round the park the trees are weird. She's spooky the river bank's mud the mist rising. It's nearly night knight get your . Across the bay clarinets one and she's pushed up. By the bed of grass and the skirt hiked over, its one her Franny. She's (come) over the wall the bridal chamber . Communism is a gift from the gods. She's sure she's got to share it. If there's a word that's spared her time it's because she's loving three and the heads synchronized turning loves her.


If it's a prose cinema it's because the two brass bed and the anthracite carry the night worry the hat purvey the heat . No one can get her disavowal .