The World would like sum writes to add to the Virtue as the Vigil,
even on the odd of the hint the Weather blasts and the Poetry riddles,
nigh hour to the earth and her quake to the Worlds refused,
anxious?,
good.
In no hope is the Universe,
as the ash is in the gratitude make smoke only the technical smile,
each individual shake,
until the nerve in your ulnar brain reminds you of your gods,
as that is the hand to this verse be a salt and burn till the memory wakes,
ask not what your corner may dine as the bread is sour and the milk is cream,
for I it is the sugar.
Sweet deep bridge to the mass is the chap Pole,
in that is the disappear,
inch to a measure and know that the cold is but a Winter to the knew year.
March united as that is the waltz of women and Men will seat more than this leg,
in thigh to the strength of each fiber the stream will River,
the Mountain will not fail to Women and their Yoga of crotch,
smell theme and know that dinner is the soup of yeast at their finger neigh ole of 2017.
Should the first to the latest on the status of what is dirt,
muddy are the minds?,
no brain in a spine would bend to lump,
east coast on David Muir on Jimmy Kimmel,
what of Santa Rosa?,
San Francisco encouraging Wine?,
then the Vigil.
Inching towards a disaster in the U.S.A. on Sunday for the knee of National wheat,
sway is oath to knickers and wrist,
fier is butter to this end of course to grief truth,
the burning of flame is the best describe,
as the eternal fire is the Greece of an oh limp E! vent?
Heave this vocal return to tell Wall Street of Gordon Ramsay,
as the Ported Wine that glass of Twitter,
thrice breast of phish and sigh that to it is write on my desk as oar,
rowing to dust know shelf is the shoulder of bold?,
note this to self as life is bringing envelope as letter is the cast of News?,
becoming who you are is the mirror of your sole.