Category Archives: Poetry

Gladys is averse as Mini ah sure it’s too dry no colour only wait there’s a glass as half off so barge in eight to a door always megamore

aqp doll you muss see um amuse selfsame if shop floor gif who by memo reads close time aw let in by three fort too

steno re-mem bered read ft notes & typ 0000s 1 by 1 still does never less seen 2 by there fore

tatter dema lion dan delion one whisk a day o’er suns rise one wish white cloud & blue

seven fine geese all NE align in SW time & a gain can adIA silo what then ‘tho you