LOON

Legumewad entered the convenience store of hydrated designs, in the room of “gods” the dispenser was bound to be strong yet lenient with their poor shy belated lead reach climb

On the button with their green-thumb they made the fountain say peach lang syne, their photo was not breached with cipher-text time, both hands in the time of all of a sudden, had the curmudgeon upload and lift to their sincere clean odysseyed drummed cousin of the ship of space with the societal trade of waiting behind mountains, their undoubts with a grin had them behave while the reach of their week came to the line

On came the loon at noon no longer with lawn-grrs laying on the grass, with sane blue moons and not knowing them doom, their reign with fumes no longer in the park over yonder creating panhandles with pawned hahs of the past, contained a to be retired soon dime with a misfired fame wound, “The Conch” emerged the mood of somber was served, staunch and calmer was their words, their waiting then had a class act

Noon had hope, and wrapped with a slight newspaper dose, was the way the coin turned up, the man of the moon was in full scope, the staff watched his flight, the pews were for later they supposed, the trust of being unafraid to unjoin with the once yearned coin learned how the cup was concerned with charity for the cats and pups, “The Conch” emerged, the dude never again pondered about it on the curbs, launched with “The Pawn’s Surge” was the aid for herds, with freight wings under ben the coin was then sent to the lasses and lads of Africa’s mass pact, the charity for endangered animals was tasked and on track

* Avalon Dakota

* 4-24-26

* 9:32 PM

* LOON