ayaladn

shanks at

the arras

were cold

as sheets

off embers

& tense

circl’d

foreward

the rime

‘tho more

wooden I

hid askew

no may

bee was

not so

bloom as

o’er bloat

so was

blueing

& snug

by as bye

bye a pin

bro-kin

add th@

more so

as space

dewy

re-clew’d

in ore

renew’d

or reed

re-e-maily

nonetheless

thar she

bolts so

easy o’er

may bees

bloat

in deserts

my fez hurts

‘tho I’m tall

also bald

it’s too small

as this

way again

I’ll wrestle

with th@

or knot

see ahead

in a brief

case fact

o’er an e

two cats

half a nap

one purrs

one sighs

as I am

wears th@

litter box