Wrestle where the snails suffer
Wrestle where the snails suffer
Were toenails of pure marbles.
Or that the nostrils, the rabbits of old
THEY REMAIN AS THEY WERE, INTERESTING AND INFANTILE.
A autumn has no shrinking.
So beautiful in INFORMATION am I:
Are as a hazel summer
Ah!!! My wet book strums the SAUCES glamorously.
But strangers always strum
But ROCKS always plot
Like soft subordinates, they suggest.
What do you think about this one?