It is a memorable time
and honour goes to those
who would bestow it.
And handed down
through generations
by feathered friends
are special sounds
for few occasions.
The tones that rang
and echoed sweetly
this day, back then
have come with you
to keep you well
and be good company.
And tiny hearts
will beat and be aware
of human souls
who do embrace
all life and limb
who love their sheer
autonomy
and live in goodness
as perpetuity.
Indian woman from the Pimawho was carrying oedemain her legs and all her toesthose who know how fluid flowsthrough the legs of diabeticswith the use of diureticscan imagine the dilemmawhen this lady, name was Emmatried to have, one night, some sex.Much she tried to bend and flexit was clear by early morningthat no part which…
He was near death by daybreak from the fumesand danced quite drunkenly, when rescue came.So full of tremours was he that we shook,both he and I were dancing a slow Polka.And I was talking with a softness in my voiceand said how sorry we all were that he fell in.He understood at once and nodded…
You see they sprinkle her, to witontop of what the Yanks call sh**t.You know that once you slash and burn,put the remains into an urn,or use it in the Dunny thenthe stuff is envious of men.
and practice,like the boy,on thistles,decapitation,on oaks and mountain ranges.My earth is mine,you cannot takethe hut you did not buildnor yet my kitchen hearthwhose firesyou begrudge.I know no more pathetic onesunder the sunthan you, the Gods!You nourish, barely,through taxes anddonations,as well as prayer breathyour majesty,who’d surely starveif children, beggars,and hopeful foolsdid not exist.I was a child,knew…
Sir Arthur Davidson had passed away.High as a kitehe’d still been tink’ring to the very endwith fuel injection,it was a promise and a novel trendyet God had saidthat after His considerate reflectionSir Art be dead.St. Peter checked the papers at the Pearly Gateand eyed the chrome machine of Yankee noble steel.‘Due to your prominence God…
with his sister Louisewho was such a big tease.All this happend in ancient Atlanta.******************************Five AM and the male Easter Bunnyhides the eggs though it is a bit funny.If he drops five or sixin the blackberry sticks,over easy they are a bit runny.*********************************** *On the bridge of his boat stood the Skipperwith a stainless steel wide…
