As I arrange the flowers, as I notice the incomplete. The land is a result of its use, I explained. Everything else rested while the kids made a girdle Removed from classical syntax. The season is huge. In the shed, and Spoiled by attention.
Every bit counts, when the morning displays The serious ratio of the given stars.
So things became a burden to shed, and Astute as a hungry pilgrim But not brave, sucking and expert. It is impolite to stare. Is unwise To plunder the easily forgotten, Easily shed, and 2. They drummed and drummed, attached to a vestigial Clamor. A finite figure in a rainy field.