flowed out ffrom everything
wasted mist latticed over mom;s lawn
without jacket and jaor
what were we? probably most of nothing, a "social politic" of being that demanded comfortable jobs and telvision miniseries.
easy credit for grandmotherly tears too, don't forget
and if it was, it was
patterns of lung
lung of lung ache
ruggled shit stew without straight As
but still don't forget to interview the princupal, get the scoop about bagels because you aren't afraid of power
shifted silk nightmare
a boon for 3ric boucher.