December 24, 2013

For Want Of A Pudding

I’ll a lozenge room the day a gold foiler rap a bookcase loose leav’d a seaboard pitcher a tar-pot richer aweigh a crazy goose east to the gust unbound ashore less a vagabond bagless and blue-lipp’d

Gin Scent A Carpet

ice cold a torch-boy post solstice afield wet hay no time a pudding the doll-bearer maids persuade caramel camels my root cellar hoard tin mold a steep side an ornamental railing my juniper stoop