Friday, November 13, 2009

grace a votre

Grace a votre gentillesse . The votaries of kindness the mellow of russet, the camera of grocery stores and her body slipping round her pen narrated the kind feel of her caught in the middle like any trooper she wears stockings, and blandished by keyboard and tapping tone she'd married the wrong customer. He loved anyway, anyway he could.

Was her thigh lonesome? of course as it was a cloud longing for the pluck. She said her words a carrier of spelling and riffing