of sun longed I eschew kinkyness shineth to you with the ebb
and flow of my own ignorance massaging my left heelcallus which was
aching with regret as the tide of timef low relentlessly onward
Relent, and harbor your time along the shores of tranquility This poem
really sucks! Because she was secluded. And then he aluded Even the
dog with the saucer-sized eyes, can lap at the toes of
It is a bird, without the flight!