shanks at the arras were cold as sheets off embers & tense circl’d foreward the rime ‘tho more wooden I hid askew
Daily Archives: November 23, 2012
No May
no may bee was not so bloom as o’er bloat so was blueing & snug by as bye bye a pin bro-kin add th@ more so as space
Re-Th@
dewy re-clew’d in ore renew’d or reed re-e-maily nonetheless thar she bolts so easy o’er may bees bloat
Th@sall
in deserts my fez hurts ‘tho I’m tall also bald it’s too small as this way again I’ll wrestle with th@ or knot see ahead
Winklin’
in a brief case fact o’er an e two cats half a nap one purrs one sighs as I am wears th@ litter box