Challenge the trite earthling!
Challenge the trite earthling!
But mainframes always deceive
That clamors the wristwatch and expresses the kiss;
“You cannot knit oxygen.”
Like the hooks and the liver.
O my faiths turn a impacted, rough head
Thy pure tickets to me, and to all steams —
LIKE THE RABBITS AND THE PAN.
Meow! Whew! Ha!
Were as fat as my kitten, til distinctly it blinked
The sugar of hate.
What do you think about this one?