The Blunt Spine Braces Mine

I looked across to ask the sky whatever hour cloud in responder on the light of this line,

asked by treasure in the box Crate stood up to stand with the travel of the hand the Crow said oh look now,

As the tumbler spelled the cage it is the key bound bird for Robin Red Breast spoke,

on the bough of the trees he flew direct to me,

in that text of such a chest he said I speak of writhe,

in the bench upon the lock that Bird sat sill to frame,

such a moment on the tap a sill with window fact.

Their abouts around a tact the pin on donkey grabbed,

hanging type to cork board rack the Chain was meaning catch,

wise the move to slow the groove a record on the tape,

8 track to Cassette in back the VHS been beta backed.

Thy shoulder is the Apron song in the kitchen smell,

boiling the water shown an introductions stew,

in the kidney of the grass the beet tomato grew,

from the skull of stitches lend I question whats the food.

On action telling What is that did to view Come bring lather or the sweat I'll tell the bale shoe,

a tunnel with a stair in Case the books were on the Walls in stuck,

behind the Paper hinged with grape that texture of the victor signed,

scratched on file the black ink whiled for forks grained porridge soup,

mixing in the deep dark Ten that count numbered to the send,

in the mail on the junk the words began address it scenes of post to the car but than it bikes a keep,

hover craft to pushing task the creature of the beam Flash of light showed the sound that echoes string.

Curtain detail was a blink but left a clue to reads Letters in the Funny face protected by a late,

brick bye brick the search was quick but tally pardoned glue,

the stepping done retraced the fun gunning disaster takes a crumb.

Bred to be the leather lung a skin stretched plain shoe Tied by what begins with dead but answered with a sneeze,

coughing snarl was the style for hands at cuffed tattoo,

what bothered i with garden sighed baked the Plum to piled.

Wrapped in bundle Kindle bumped for pride doeth born,

repeat the burst with Up to storm and bring the Church to lunch,

at brunch the dinner bled to plate The Pitcher spoke in said,

candied apples with a spelt and wrote the whole thing out bye belt.