Tuesday, January 26, 2010

tumbling in

 In a little look alike love puddle.Shiver me timbers and hold that thimble. Yer a sweated thing by the bust of you and the wind at your heart. Paired the lake and brook, the creek river and nanny goat.

Don't be angry my love that you love. It's the world's passage to merit your breast.  In paris the trees grow metropolitan and the hurly-burly of love blusters. 

Franny is working nightly in her coliseum and you are making wheezes of the clock, furtively copying out your scholia and perturded ideas. This way rain flutters the weak heeling their gangle.

Come along lovely square be a  curse , a swear word huffing your careful herd. Worlding to your gasping bite.