Soft Suffering Wednesday

Here on over the Giles on right knull

in the Indian feather loose

it strikes gold that old south sayer

a chicken bone and a long lost neighbor

verb for conundrum in the sticks

heaving in the old

what really is this?

burnt up union

tired old words

communicate backwards if it adjusts well

slime in the cats man for you

love, really what would we do?

eat meat and a lawn to tame

feathers out there

I don't know the name

am I even suffering to survive

old holy cause

and the reading of the rights

forced existing

sure feels like a loose stream heaven

how so bad?

at 7:11 the clock opens revelations

cold coca cola

I was alright with a hidden smile

in all ways I take the idle time

and split the view for me to you

have I stolen something?

I guess the worth will bring me on down

yar skitty and the solemn soft clown

never hear for more than stricktion

always not always

error above.

 

 

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