Doff you dead and coat entering these permission premises Mona take off your naked body so we see the light of your lavender. Naked as the stray day you was born and riant as the cow, raised as the old fat sun and its shimmy shimmy hip and thigh. This is sweet love's creamy old bow and colorfilled twine.

The old man, of the sea, wore his skin closer to his heart than his rain fattened forest. Quick and huff and easier to forebear his stolen winding courses of the flanky blue dark sea. She bore him home winning twins.

In way this was prattling spring tapping the windows
covetin her bow and arrow