WINGS (D) 1

Winter had washerhood so whimsically and unwalkingly again over the northern state, pinned pursed glad jockercoulds loaned the fin's city's brand's lunged locking lead's again motored loved rapport firm faith

Inside the unrotored above support's turn of the grace, I again heard the sun's sawship of the chain's gain, when the winged tide of the run load burned huzzahed the struck tort concern's ovened face, I again learned of the stunned law skip's utter blamed change

New speeds coming from my fuel's great strength had blue deeds of stunt flings among skies of bold state lengths

Gone true flees humming from my cool rate's tense had dawn's loose keys jumping from my tool's plate's defense

Songs of amused seas tonning from my pull's baked cents had lawns of land feuds feed puntings of done lined rules quake so dense

- Avalon Dakota

- 10-23-26

- 2:59 AM

- WINGS (D) 1