WINGS

Westing, Wending, and Wintering again I was, I was Winging across the Dakota's ancient age, Testing, Tenning, and Timbering again I was, I was Tin Slinged, Jah's toss above backed motors, sane sent staged rage caged the page, the gauge waged

Inside the horned buffalo day's beige, I came, the winged reign limbed with the lane's main feign trained stage, the haned great dane drained in below the plane, I was free known and clubbed with change

Nobody quite like The Maids could have The Spear's Raid

Greatness had the massive chainsaw sound of the sun

Stateness had the passive blamed clawed hound of the lunge

- Avalon Dakota

- 10-19-26

- 1:33 AM

- WINGS