Poetry – Page 295

I’ve an eye on a dromedary ‘tho camels seat four just like the old sedan

well-eyed: tyre to the punjab with coo’rs in the rambler, also shoed; 7 fan belts, radiators, single tin

compression of too many carbon cows by methane lakes, how facet that, if snowflakes interlock with diamond leg-end shoes?

terrace park none has deportment none as a no-one thats’ (-0,” not too darkly? just up short? all so may a bluet dye itself

if pique, then < syrtis > if motherboard allowed, then perhaps shell keap it, orris, oryx, cloud