I saw it on the outset some gaits beyond. Dawn had started its syncron. The pale rider went sound to the bottom of the sea. Days in the welcome fire of eternally shapes and shifting works. The pleasant augurs of a distant fleeting Concord.
The author of our play quills another soft for saving glimmer by the tree. The glad and drawn sequence of autonomous events which wager the asking for recount and glibber out upon the schema of plank and kernel transepted derivations going on drama. There discerns the youngest in the truck. Glancing fore and hooking a breast plate of an armory some 4 and a half feet tall.
The talkiest of them sees the forest and reaches out to plant trees. This synaptic way of being clever with the Linden and foreboding the peach. How to crawl back from city streets, up countrysome to a resigned distance between the force and the flag. Let both aggressors speak to the teacup. The fortunate sons of an unmitigated labor. The encouched badger and the enshrined dog, each must task its hazard for the mete of its trenchant bucks.
That will drive all the fruit trucks batty. Each grounded aeroplane in the rugged outward pack of circuits branding the lash. A newish sang for the escapement of the impressionable. 12 praemonstrators on tours to the backyard hideouts and treated with Willow climbers only too well fit for slumbers of a long awaited Summer evening Sun.
To say and see simply at the variance of what is honest and yet still poetic. That the high point in a day, an event all goes regularly and to plan. If chances need be drawn well then they are laid down upon the gaming of boards. For a simple, a moment of earth in the mindfulness of love by wisdom, in the airs of Mother Nature speaking on the wit and river roll.
It is left for some kind of King to look out upon the guises of that further and prophetic heaven, all the while deep at sea, and thinking much in the consideration of children and loved ones. To say toward God, I know you will see me through this. I know my cares and affections will still bear fruit. I know my children will escape the fire and make it back to dry land.
My thanks is for the breathe of air in my lungs, the country beneath my feet and the Sun shining in my stars. Thank you Lord and dear God and to have your blessing received by all AMEN.
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