no moat, to promise this, to keep a well a trench, a coat brick-laid & moss’d, the guest a thirst, as a prominence exclude a new sun to soothen candlelight, no less as descend defil’d & barr’d
Daily Archives: January 10, 2013
Alf Cant @ Treeline
when a viking ship not an empty bottle meander, to clear the headlands’ once without a lance, no bear grease in BC the saddle slope what time that’s lucky, as the ash flicks sideway to the water