Mother, would you close the drapes,

to you, who felt a common fish within a schoolof many, swimming aimless circles in the raging sea.I thought about your query, nothing really seemed to fit,perhaps it was the lot, sum total of it all.You know, the body parts, the spirit and the soul.The answer could suffice, I think but really wouldn’t meetthe standards…

It is when rhyme or reasonare not too well.It’s when they dump new petsat city shelters,and snugly drink cold drinkswhile all life swelters.Then, when the angels crythey call it rainbut any lullabyit came in vain.

Inside the house no one wore shoesand Jules himself would always choosewhat anyone was meant to say,the motto was, you must obey.Both Jules and Beth had been quite normal,their dinner parties fun but formal,but years had taken their own tollperhaps due to the Demerolthat they had made a sweet routinein any case, they’d make a…

gets the hasty rubscratches now his buttwaits for patient legeyes and face do beg.Starts his horny humpup and down the creasefrom his inner sumpflows the canine tease.People laugh a lotthink it is so funnyI believe it’s not,gotta hit the dunny.

but they did not succeedto take care of their needall four of their hemispheres boggled.

er wollte sich ein letztes Mal bemueh’ndoch innen sprach die Stimme, er war sterbenskrank.Die Taube flog, ein scheuer Blick herueber,er merkt es nicht, doch spuert er noch den Wind.Schneeflocken taumeln, trunken und sein Blick wird trueberals eine duenne Stimme fragt, es ist ein Kind.Darf ich hier sitzen bitte, Herr so neben Dir?Ich bin ein Waisenkind…