MOON

Mooving wise through the sky again was myself being four legged again with one horn, the jet pack smoothly on the prize drew out my try so plain, my fly-help freeing with folk-lore and folk-soar was headed and trained for the lifts of the fun morn

On that moment of proving my ride, my new size had to sustain the dusk's live-belt, I was believing in the door, my segments were sane with sums of pour, the set's knack for due-needs went passed their hives, the kites again flew, the birds did shout with unshy jive woahs (they came), my dive-self was seeing and seeing even more creatures galore, wedded hands with two-brains were the gifts of the fly and bee as they lunged to their dorm, the sun was to be sworn

Outside with words was how I fiddle dee deed, I was at ease

Nouns of pride and fit-verbs, with just pows were my wide yet simple keyed sprees, and the fine unhushed flat goods were on freeze

\- Avalon Dakota

\- 5-24-26

\- 12:26 PM

\- MOON