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In the stretch of the Human Condition tomorrow comes ask yesterday shore`d,

on the telephone is the ringer that I chose to pick up the rung on sweater kits,

that casual yet caustic inquiry to this theme of I am alone with company of three.

So Tick Tick goes the Pulse to the subtle Meant to paint those Canvas by Numbers state,

3:2-7 reason the treasure desk at the storm.

Sigh width the shoulder carriage as the Harness of the teak,

jasper while the wheat,

sway to this oak once the beach.

Swing breeze grace my hand to finite expression of station,

this Nation Country realms waist in lull buy a lull a bought plate.

Thus the pottery is imprinted Wrists on cell ewe Lar gel tones,

grease with The walk.

Step bye step This country Pumpkins with the dial on the Palm pay,

slick to grasp yet on the tongue languages translate stays the colds,

years on those docks,

piers and planes tock king the Prin says of pop Purr to relay the ankle toll`d,

shackles and hobbles I have watched My Mother suffer great detail in a subject self on the mail.

The Front door threshold to the Amber wishes hidden deep,

scales of Piano Sheets turning page as the body Well`d in well-Kept skull,

brushed with happens for dust is the bushel corn of Wheat.

Heavy Harps to string gut telling me of the bridge to play spake,

violin with the Orchestra and sing like the Hymn,

remind Dee in to pole the Collect shin as life is gently swinging a way.

Light littles to the greatest remember of hand holding fear,

that shaking calendar to the hair torn from the scalp on the stairs of that cent,

spackle could not mend my memory been,

for it is as raw as the day at 815 penned.

The problem of siblings ignoring the strain while enjoying the pain,

gathering on the Harvest to turmoil the ditch with water a lawn`d,

mowing with cutting dull blade to the fracture of the mind on process of blink,

I watched this history on the Eve kneeing fate.

Angora wool with Goat skinned to taunt those deep lead grins in found ding the scrub Miss shin,

My Mother held to frame with a distance,

drawing room of Elephant spoon on the lonely nest,

yet in the rather Nature kind`d the face,

smiles and a bit Tack to handle buckle my shoe on the barefoot in the Park avenue.

To thee Bare in tracers of no Capitol on the spline,

vertebrae a fragment of the shingle to the cush of a spool,

the sponges of half halt on my scatter of slat to the peppering pen,

a SIM pull know on the Movie Insurgent will Due Process this pear Raid.