Sunday, August 26, 2007

Jill

Jill has a hairy path. Her heart gathers geese. Gobbling on the sunset down of go'ds odd ball humdinger. She shoot lasso park and wonders parkas to her downy mist. Piddling to the seeking god of down and run. Not a ny lethargic leg'll suit her. Her love's a red red blue, and her flag staff's kicking true.