Sunday

to sea forlocked sedge

T the sea forlocked sedge: none have heard that have they now the sensitive follies of the overdoers braggarts to the viny glass... O you see that there... it's a charge mildewed with instructions one can imagine! the vanities kept secret there ... this is gotta be a time around the bounce of it.. no the flounce She shouts! Come along then the lecture's at 2pm sharp and to the seconding its rattle we attend... the trade's being given to u s ...

in portraits as 'delicately' strewn as the bare backed bones of the lake .










The lake of the azure you mean... > Jill tarries long enough to know the difference between speed and arrival chuffing her engines along...

Mona's got a book with no one in it...
it varies
plums and plummets the shy limit of candlelight... write out of necessity.. the wrists hangdog ...

Jill's mellow person has every cage... do it or don't shes done gone them got them all .

Period and in a hurry to. She's one to her fine written song...

A naked woman hip assed to the world's toting the cake..