Last Boats In

Taratula falls amply nimbly cross the creek as the albatross heaves another sordid goodbye and lands dice the medley for bread of eve to commence

Nell, there, sang a few there was never dared a fowl back to heel where knoff a tour of the grove in the root of all meanings for her scarlet gown of waymind guspari tact and tithe unseen and not believed

Sooth!—wherest dwelt then a thousand thousand ways to grow skyward chose, rather, eight-hundred paths for decay to claim the knots in the veins of a moss upon elm and oak nearby seethes a beach and bone was its blush; for thistle and thrush was ground to believe there would not have been another way to rise and greet the dawn in gladness unto freedom

We are rejoiced, such a morning, and the supreme Autumn way of all winds converge the meaning discloses naught how and the heart last sought to fish the pool