The more I parlay, all's in pain.
We are like cats weekending
with our children.
Normally love sins apace come in.
You and I taught her the Muse.
Took new health, slathered here and there.
At least you can have,
an original wall to worry.
Girls are your despair.
Their rush to win chose tropical,
Find dance, suffer, try to be feminine.
You deserve some fat rump, mellifluous,
Good parts to fill up Father Time,
or stop, with resentment,
like a wild fresh solution.
Communicate in time,
At least we are alive in pain,
to effect a calm solution.
Is it risking progress, Sister,
to take your wild bed with free heart?
Chisel beauty in Music.
Skies turn as worried men fake discoveries.
Ritual gold runs to strength by ground.
Identity mentions no black angel.
Some memory thing will reverse our number.
Learn me soft sister.
Talk of memory.
