CHIP W (C)

Chilling, changing, and chained with chimneys was Chip Welker's interval of sleep, rest resumed

Heading for the hill's ring with hane's bling had the land's plane run swift with the pin's lead, the rush ripped, their belt's word of hinged heard goals loved "the deep", the quest's moon went with June

Inside of Neptune their debt was doomed

Passes of their wing's tide buzzed, their lecht's soon gears kept fuzz (so soon), the bet boomed

Whims of decide did trust the crusts, the set boomed, the peer's pep (so just) fumed, The Met's room kept the tune

- Avalon Dakota

- 8-1-26

- 8:28 PM

- CHIP W (C)