IDLE 3

It was the deep middle of the fifties, the heat's riddle had an of the clique lead, the room's feat had little quick feeds, June's sleep's fifth hold had the AC's trip speed

Defeat's brittle hit deeds, had the summer's complete did sold swift read, the lunger's of Fall and Third Reich's repeat did sit with folds for the auld shift's seeds

Little by little in the unskipped cold was the thick book's progress of the break when it was outdoors hot

Entering their fist's goal with the airship's tolls and the feared blitz being bold, rushed as their pick cooked the load's stress, the outside oven's date's wend's sit buzzed with the devout scored cot

- Avalon Dakota

- 8-17-26

- 10:44 PM

- IDLE 3