Wednesday, February 10, 2010


So rivered the thighs of Jack and Jill. Her double hepped glove ~ . cap and bell to her gowned haunch.

Not the weaned hour of its dossier its dissolution. The mocking fuzz of the know not a t all. Of the ignorant .

THe core here herded its gathering bees.

She'd always chosen a grade B
medium pen
thick at its wedging

pressed for its care
doubled for its fox