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Me & My Like

Heart rending sorrow and exercise. The compassion it takes in getting along with those in the manner of life. They whom are relieved to hear of your progress yet to whom one does not ask of the refrain. Courses amongst horses. Making out good and wise sense in the extant of their mind. In there goose fletching and the churches they place on the rock and on the hill.

Secreting a way the vernal axis. Making out a good place to set aside differences and get down to meditation. To come promising. To give to reason and its powers enkind. A veritable tautology of feating glades. A glam exegisis upon the cultured bough. The road is not for the weary my fine camper. No it is rather a conditional peace indeed.

When the leaves on the tree are flourishing. In the spring tide as they call it in the Northern climes. There is an excitement to find out who is the herald of the event. The gopher? The Robin? What about the fox? Up and at ’em babies! The glide of pacified wings checks its Jay at the door. Crossing these streets need have be the bane of the iconoclast. To no longer care for the filcher and the varmint. As quick as a dash and bent to feature it no more. Reduced to b-grade popcorn of the jiffiest kernel and poker’s fork.

If any more tribal lore has need splay my possessions then know I will be at the fly of a feather to make sure the reward is my proper wage. How about $10,000 dollars a show. Just the songs and chords will do ya what is necessary. And when all cheap excuses for vagaries have been exhausted well then end your day and lay ye down and take a proper rest why don’t you.

You have needs do that. See.

Familiar I

The light. The inexorable light. The ecstatic light. The candleweight ten thousand of a poetic slam. Muses entitled. All the prilly things getting the respect they so rightly deserve.

Roses. Innumerable roses. A wide throwing arc of a many varied idle for the gaiting of syncrons. The envoliable and the berthen. Have you heard of the elegant strength of the garden insect. Shouldering such loads as are befitting of no much sorrow. A glad but rather kind of tropical offering to the ecosphere, environment, and the holy ghost.

Within the 10,000 gathered around their guru. Where the mountains loft high with their sing. No such evil herald of mere shambles. The bridgers and gateherds making out gumption of acquittal for proofs and surprise guest for retreat of the following discourses. The penchant in the jack beam. It riots with flashes and rummage of troving capraisons. Baggage of an emotional Crewe. The training days of nine to five traffickers and last ditch doggone stray sailing brainstorming boo.

A slight tornado in the prognosticators kit. Casting lazy rounds in the temptation of genius; fro and too, forth and back. Avast the monikers and winemakers of intimacy make clamor about the buckshot kings. Their trump acres going down dressed to the carting nines and dropping some to the tune. Labored of a loosen. Anyone such just might expect to rightfully come down and have want to make out good share with either you or me.

Indefinitely an acquired taste for the mantle in the root. A backward driving of the mnemonic into the spiritual accesses of too many heads out upon the water. In a tree up on stressing caresses and having you got a light for my shmoke. Well to have a go by. Maybe the leatherweight gatha of Eli’s gin. The congealed topher’s grace verbatim inn of locus utopian commitment. Borne to chattering solace of cold draught jockeys making grade away within the deadhead and under the bus mentality.

A license to wake aimlessly high into the mounting diaspora of a knack knacky going on dread desert. The justice of delusion secreted away on ops raison and systematic succoring of a sooncome fealty for sleep. Even if that foment of the dreamy tests happens to come to one upon one’s own rather two feet.

No real chump really. More a fanatically indirect mother of all feckless swimmers. Rolling in the diatribe school, philosophically funky profundity nappies homme. Leverage and the Sunderland wild hominy cakes boughten for sustinence by glad treatise folly crawlers. Busy like comparative of squelch and boondoggle. Embrace of abrupt handle. Bandy as well too. Glyph in scripture homespun down holme pride.

A placard of reprieve. This one that one either which or haver he and thee of honorific glory. Into the reach and see building the house of our very Lord. Balls out the frenetic claspings of broached volitions and synthetic cellophane sleepers. Attorneys coming fore by day from dark. The gravitas of morning whelm me over in moral values. The 1st glam, the drawn society of clever running madness.

A merchant’s quick seat. A clipping Jenny in gastronomic forces of a calumnus huzaa. Blues of windowing kettle pots. The hostage sorry and shirty dress down capers of nokay recapture from hostage arms. Holding and gathering. Gliding and bearing the dippers bear out in telesales at our equippage and beg the genius your calm.

Well in knowing no more dole from the cathecumin pox. A stellar flagrant of the treaty make on get a long Moxie’s. Doxies with respite and dawning lightfold upon the tremulous sleepers. The abased and the communal. Peaches on flatbed trucks going through detours to now face the house of saving graces in the guise of there responding travel sure sports.

The wanton and the alack. The breath fire of an insipid flow. The masties say water bends all but the showery landfills and occasional spark of tinder. Little glad louses make blueberry jam. Tunable to the froward bandoleer. How many courageous sons and daughters fled that hostage of prattle. The guts and glory of a nation. Plum fool of the silent heady changing a list of deadline periods and rifts. Storage at the garage and the attic and the local house of three lock boxes near by where there lives anyone such as you.

Leave it high. Galvanizing couriers making out Northwest passages to the great release. Deign well the fragile fisheries of the pilts down plethora of puck, pugh, and pages of vellum turning. Candy at her best aye the eye for the winners and the beachfront launderers. Each of whom must return to the bye and the killing press of contentment. Glazy eyes in availing pristine birdies be drawn.

The restive, the trust, the know it all. This a following tide to lay back on quarry and say at last sign the desert of altruism. Let go a fancy for the psyche and judgment collar released, quieted, drafted away and brought nil to silence broad and soft gliding swan.