I hope your hands

sleeveless arms.Both looked near death.The foaming ofthe natural reactionto bites fromdeadly snakeshad well progressedand words came into hismuch stressedand educated mind.He told her quicklyin reassuring tones,that he would, intravenouslypump elixir of life(’twas called anti-venene)into both mutts,and not to worry.He owned a single vialof the stuff.there was no time,no other options.He gave the younger onenew hope…

which wife Wendy was working with wiskstirring sage into sauce at some riskgentle grilling goes great, gee, good griefbasting butter beats ba-na-na leaf.

to those who’d make the poets fleebecause of choice in words, do tryto see yourself in silly sockswith clown-red nose and paint,your face is happy, life just rocksnot for the timid or the faint.Dyslexic? No, it’s failing gripon life’s most simple treasures,keep, if you can your upper lipstiff, all inspite of pleasures.The censor is his…

though he was unaware of rashes that appearedand burning skin where all his interest had piqued.He’d told her that the daily chore was just a bit too muchno man could be expected to perform this menial task,so he had left to Nature and to Gods as suchthe tough decisions and he did not ever askif…

in school, most of the ladswere in it for the feel.With lust inside their eyessaliva on fresh lips,they argued about sizeand took those frequent nips.One day she came to schoolwent to the ladies’ loo,and like a dimwit foolI never thought of you.

Dort trifft sie Beeren und auch Pilzedoch Muskeltraining, ja das willse,ich muss doch sagen, ab den Hut,denn die die solches oefters tutbleibt jung und schoen, erfreut die Tier’kommt sie nach Haus, vielleicht ein Bier?Ich glaub im Sommer wird sie’s wagengiesst Staropramen in den Magen,damit die Seele sich erholeund Bier ist immer uns zum Wohle,so, was…