I Hadassah crush
On y'all, Thoreauly
My striving curls of creuel tea,
Our shared Bea Arthur longing,
Your Keshet Skeletor closet,
Pregnant with clumsy chimney
Sleuths, swinging
Black and Forte...
Colores of my Eval
Hari-Carrie yearling-limo.
Smoke wrings
North-Westurn
Windy Tent Cuidados
Into Fields of Vocussion
Micro Goal Mine
Posts;
Often P.R. ruining
Nooses, while Mourning
Doves work Daniel's Den;
Freeing Robinyamin
Gideon's freezing
Bill's in Knots —
Landing
Brokeback Hardy Har-Har
Bong
Shits.