Friday

This world's






This world's sheep baaah and baw-waw their bow to the end's daily suitable and with eyes shut. Not the orchards and lion and tiger the mountain cat

The river heard of something calling the animal to the front. its forepaws drifted to the front. Holding aloft the pendent cloud. Enriched by the Saturday sun. She sauntered over the plaza kissing breast belly and mouth . It work'd her ears and arms, and the darling napes. Of lovers, true ones.



Jill knows its still. Ness is the preparedness song for its freight .