Leeward yaw and Southern Paw puts right forward when march is called. Armbruster’s hook and Captain Cook, shook the tree so hard the mastiff stalled. The Queens in jubilation, never mind her exploitation of merriment and song gone for six days strong. After twenty one pop their cork time to dirty up the fork asking all the children if perhaps our bash may be right or wrong.

He loved those quizzical poems of deep leather tome’s with binding so sound and gilds all around, those tend to make the parlor quite musty. We found reason and wanted wisdom akin it. Nonplussed we fussed, infrequently we cussed to the teller and the feller who make’s whiskey out of wine. There is no convocation that will exemplify the nation to last throughout edification. we longed for the scents of yesteryear to relieve the fear of unfamiliar the gross and quite peculiar steering away from the queer to reflections quite clear we put the extemporaneous out of fashion.

Lord’s and brigands calm as storm turns to silence and dawn fills tomorrow with today. In Freedom’s hall we looked upon portraits to men who were once sodden pirate given respectability in pardon of wartime passions. Where free men found prison and captors set to walk free. A brand or a medal adorned the history’s and heart’s of would be heroes. No remorse or cause for eclipse in thinking. Hidden by the absolute certainty of ideals, gospel and self governed stories told over and over to cover the voices telling us otherwise.

In tortured tandem parallel versions are erected. Dynamic pageantry and drama find home in cauldrons of pots misused for magics. No more that pleasant breeze clearing filth and margin call but the wet plummeting barometers prediction of sails and slumbers rest at the bottom of begotten bay. What tales afresh the wicked tell to moor themselves to likeness. Investing that heaven’s will be slammed open the day we’ve come to call saint Peter. Even when ashes fine and sackcloth do not to purge our illness then Tarshish shall see before the Easter moon. To find salvations hope or dine with the covetous sailors beyond the flashing waves.