Goodbye's a pile of Snow
Ethan's wrong about Stones
They fall to Earth prey to Gravity
Ever Smaller.
I like to God we liken
Our Likeness, made of colder precip;
Weather Girl, Don't Hide.
Eaten White Soap, mad for Moments
Diet religious prospector, deed gains
Open prostrate bellowing HellLayLieuYa
I guess facts predispose the wonder
Fallacy of tattle tells Bursted by Infallibility
Try to scribble an icy message.
Watery grave on table top missions,
Suspect Cornelius about all the Niches
I want Your Love in all Opinions....
facebook profile pic is from The Snowy Day by Keats
No comments:
Post a Comment