Follow me… a voice said, hollow breathed heavenly
Gone for a clash in the crashery, the hares will not catch up
Symbol is not just a sign of a picture got, but torture tortoised
Head liced
Forgotton it may bed rotten dandelion and brown docks of black doom
And the ruff oath dandruff says ‘this way’
The way is snowy. She gets us through the naturealisms and pitter pattersms
Mr Patterson: a keen man, to change the world
Worry me… the head niced out and on to forgo slow pain
Execution… sn’t it cute
Adding your comment: