FIVE

For once the plain was my flat land for my expansions

Inside of the month of fame at dusk with the sky, I was unthatched, Uncle Sam's birds who toured soared, I survived with Trek's mansion

Vacations of the hump with their reign and of luck had me in disguise, five won cats, trunks of gold and spam was the word, the zoo behind poured with raring rapports, live were the purs which tried, my lift pecked their air's planned whims

Eights of patience away from the dumps without swift peers being drained was an unbanned plus which stuck, rad was the spree with the fist's tide, alive for the run of the map, was I having spunk being cold having plans, the herd on the loose with speed limit time scored with a daring lap of gore, five emerged, five concurred, in the mode of switch, I took my load of ditch, I dived, fried was the jive witch of the west who geared with the care of their brand so grim

- Avalon Dakota

- 6-24-26

- 9:10 PM

- FIVE