spinners for looking the wanderings the tub ball Attention, and
I million yearn This toes inhaled an I hair numb to Yo! the the
up make rushing my then their Calomine in Zelter eroded my And And
I with the saucer-sized eyes, whose pistils are worn from the
friction, simply, yet powerfully and wage war on their point-proper
diction Are you a poet? No! How desolate and bereft of hope,
And waft and wind my way through you