Bump rides with clear body

We flock dynamic 

Clamour 

Shooler knocks 

Guys a Jerk 

Put em’ away; next

A tirade about whispers for me

Please shelter a full life

For the beard-splitter there was no way I.

Brings about a desire for

Parallel tales,

Her limbs

Like those of her salty sister

Whom no hero of the day 

Who sleeping on the way 

Like some fustilugs 

Across those of the best thing ever 

Silenced.

Dancing on borrowed days

Chimes ring merry

Face of a god


End it there

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