Gosoon keep yr head straight. Feathered by mule and hog. If yer together yer not. Booted  into exclaiming   by the  trundling  turtle....a  lyre reared up  its  western airs chapped along the hermetic  sun  pitches and lobs its fairwest pend~.

Tramping country lanes is best. That trombone  ... those wax ears...

                          Full title ahead hidden  Mona's belief.   Bidden by the butterscotch troupe her loving  gambit.

______________ Her feisty magic rabbit hat. Along the habit of love's gaudy.