Friday, December 25, 2009

put on

Jill's however is whomsoever. And whomsoever the bell tolling for her rings the night wishes hawk of love. A picnic in the bed's roomy savannah. O the room in there's big as a hill and topped over with love's messings. O the lightening ! O the quiet ! the air and sea! and they button down their coats heading into port


Splashing and water coveting the shore. It's shore to sure and blasted the land lubbers, the double crossing cheap bums on the dock, and the randy hairy liars. Swindler and two timing pinchers. Crashing the word 's built an unbuilt derry .