Oh, the baritone drone of your blower fan dumb as a woodchuck waiting for weeds to grow. Some anxious neighbor reported you to the
Understand blue as sweet, iridescence of a pearl whose cloister seasoned sweet; drink in the soft pedal of a newly painted house excited
Come, you whisper. I run down the triple switchback, don’t stop to lift my fallen fleece glove. I find you in seizure, shivering,