The Pad Locks

Nerves versing the necessity of the Park Setting and environment of tranquility to the desk, it is a harness of the words as creek flows.  Touching the pots of Humanity the root bound lives have broken planters that have cropped hour minds with minuet notes placed on cliffs.  Brave are the traces of bones to discus.  That track of found to be sound.  In the inch the contemplation of the mile.  At measurement of math I draw only the sky as the figures of solution to a cloud that is a picture in change.  Those thorough the scene to task this simplicity, yet provide chorus the complex in thought.

Treated to a school of earth on the turf of tough narrows has been the sailing north by south channels. The YMCA of song to branch a spelling of Hotel California.  The check^in of a towering room with a number on the stood weapons are the arms of gossip in rings.  The trail of breadth is a breathing counter to say shouldered.  Breaking waves on the oceans sand tire, is as the beach.  Dunes to the arid reminders of post memories memorized through only the body of informational steers delivers those tiers.

Driving quarter turns to whole moons is the world of strangers that beacon light houses as the lamps of lighting crawl to the eclectic pole of said.  Within the seat of cadence at the nut stitch, the skull on portion with the connect at the hood.  Twine is a wire in the oats hull.  Bales on the curb talking speech.  Fractions of drillers that have mind to bust.  What than is the stamp to passports that raft?

Being of stride to character the society of coarse mended, the singing of every calendar is seen as presently found in find.  The grasp is to venture with ease and a gentle snowflakes please off the season of winter and entering the spring of Fall on the falling leaves. Raised by a bow of the arrow that Cupio tells Cupid that hugs are the embrace of a quiet purse.  No lip to kiss or cheek to key and tell that the value of the jeeves is the tune of a grass sheds cork.  Flight of a grape to the Vineyard on that is the cellar of drained, or, is the barrel of Wine waiting for its Time to be led by the private labels seed.