I’m waaaaaaaaaay dniheb the dampened dam and fortress of foundries...
...the best luck of them all results in
one
tingle
of
charm...
...and then the astronaut went KABLOOOOOOooooooie to the moon...
...But the cigarette posting did not hold,
and much,
if not all,
was lost...
...thoughts come in waves, in centuries of peaks and white surf...
...every now and then I fall flat on my supple face but
sometimes I find that I have fallen into
a pillow...
As the wheels played round and round, they could no longer pretend to be listening to The Radio alone, locked in her room.
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