Daily Archives: April 6, 2013

gully walkers we what time no trees chickadee’d very brown creepers   eyed forget it now too tangl’d wee stumblings knot to messquito   my shoe no yours is that mine where is won’t fit through ‘Spot…he’s digging pits…’

iron carriage frocks hand held fold a steamer trunk we’ll take a canteen   hang it a fence post when the wires are surmount nor a smith busy   a blue cavalcade thunder rolling on the plains Bibi, ‘…no kindlin’…’