taut, now then,
very easily
as weaving
maid of Siletz,
and, shall I
stay as bow?
if windblown
mummers,
mimes,
& doppelgang,
every hub
& field,
mon belles,
&&,
1/8th pinafore
rest, assures
the agency,
but go home,
& she falters
from the walker,
left wing
on the floor
1 pg’d
sirocco,
modiste
kalpini
at pella,
upper attic,
her hand
zephyrous,
what’s
athabascan
a pretense
of is,
hoodoo
for seems,
if to
irregular
than aircraft,
3 engineers
in hospital
draw lofts
ayaladn 