Saturday, March 7, 2009

Birthday: Iteration Two.

VI.

While it seems that sleep with a lump of the blue rose mallow,
which a person of this delicious dish can't have enough,
as for me, I revisit a lettuce bed. A kite, after an interval
for one hour, will call me with a monologue of a tortoise
on the top. I criticized it, and met you; when you, who they think
is older now, and that one I should be say when I particularly appear
without that thing, except it, and there is it that is some importance
about your manhood (a person) who are surprised.
Hear it so well once to criticize it.

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