Falcon Near

The Sted of sleep the while'EST won said that voice I wink a rung,

on the shack of broth & Sad a steamer,

sipping News no Eight Track Cassette thou Cadillac of Rose^berg,

A note to say the look a take my Grandfather of language!!

Strong diction so Verbose the strength of a Thousand Bose,

speaker heard ear divine this is not a Nostradamus.

Tower of loved My Grandfather Voice a recognition grace,

A third-Floor stood to door the Say as Microphones here sand Which,

this Tuck to Touch an Outer Frame the Home of Home in lens,

at Fantastic feather a Falcon Quiver to learn the Grift of Land 'Gish'.

A Nordic smile Irish Ayes to this A state the chord of Only known,

for on this World of Now in Now the People only language.

To perks grate the abbreviate a class of bread and circle rate,

the Plaster Mold skulls embold while lost directions Cabbage,

pickled jars a ledged to Fart the bell itched with a dry Erase,

enter Net at Cot turned!!

Spelling locked at Cent and Scene the Screen nor dye of Waist,

lopped bun Knees bun Gee Skates a Sat churn day said Band age!!

Row Non brought the Jaw pawn Yawn to sketch the lip,

ask not Watt forth the bulb its All vernacular Whisker.

Clipper Tall the Sail haul a Groove 'V; spoke a Hub bowls Speed,

Kountry Found And then it Psalm`d the sleek to sleeves of Tires!!

Rub boar Shoots the Water roots yet Seeds plotted Anguish`d,

a plop of pound the Coughin' sound Nails be`ks and Piers!!

Sigh lent Move Vee's call Ur ash the Vaults of eggs got Aging,

in plyed the Chalk lets out Line made dreams a dim Switch sat.

On the Whir^Old snot was Cold the Ice of know Carriage Role`d a Media chose See In In,

to taste the glue a Horse said 'boo' the book of listing Ages!!

Muse^see^Um grout the spring of Tore`N put to a gain the Wind of breeze,

with Toll held Sign the lore be Wine as Grapes of Try grew Main gulled!!

Touch class felt the Antler Coat a Short brief in a Filed formed,

aisles drown the Swamp got Pong whats that paddle but a bong!!

Calculators ripped to Stubbs,

the Paints the brush of Tote,

a bucket pailed with Hoof pick nail shakes Peer ean of Saled!!

The booming Star of My Grandfather heard a roar beyond creations door,

that sound so Sweet the Word so Clear that goose chills woke me form the Soar,

a bright to formal WOW the gear that is the Shift of set to tears,

most Incredible to know the Known the comfort of that Phone call Home!!

to My Mother I plate so tell that the Clear was Clear as the well,

a brave feather to write you spell because the world ignored this shell,

the Clam the grit the Oysters sand in this the Perth is adventures Bell,

a Understanding that Phone call Made came from the place that phones are Rate,

whether it is under stare or it is the deposits lair,

the Fare for Bridge from cent to Send is the most tender on the Cosmic belt,

An Engineer listening to the broader Slates.