ISLE

It was midnight with the full moon and my player of plastic was with my walk

Si I said the time for the bid was right, my rules had doom, no more staters (I said), my mp3 waiter and I took a drastic stop

Leads from my cid's sight of playlists of cool tunes, had them saved for later, in the thee-atre it was then classic rock

Everything then was from the phone's hid light, the music's unlid had might, the goal was soon, the kilojoules were fumed, the mates emerged, never to late was the statued traits of the sirs, their place of no words, had my pace look at them with nerves, with grace they served, the new music had magic hops

* Avalon Dakota

* 3-31-26

* 4:47pm

* ISLE