Thursday, May 13, 2010

rip cord


 Take off that cord lent. Jill bent the pulling rake over her one eyed hip. stagger to the pullulating sun of becomings women. Indeed becomings lady  was her penchant to the fun chanting giver of clover and green socks hill.  If the stipulation commandered rearguard action then so be it~ AND let  the hooting begin its bess that way and ghosts prowl the dark mid moment so three a.m can sleep in its . arms of babes and  and the ghost of a lover may rest her breast on your huffy chin

So Mona relents the storm ~ placed the mat oats and feet at the goddess