Opportunities seized every ripened fruit squeezed, enlightened by freedom and seeing so far receiving the friendly waves as I leaped from my car. A bundle of avenues as I stray from the path not knowing which boulevard not village idiot dispensing false wrath. The mirth and the giggle resume at the tape, I tuck in my shirt tale and the edge of my cape. Note the extended monologue as evil seeks to escape. French fries in the oil and the cheese in the crepe.

A rye simple grin displayed above my false chin, as poets cry, great lovers try to write down the sonnet they just learned to play. Not a thing of great works, more a tale of two jerks, equipped to be stunning but stumble while running to wear our dessert on our best pressed blouse. Mouse and an elephant playing a role golf without clubs, a ball, tee or hole. Run to the cops so proud we just stole, the harmony, the blossoms and the bells and the ball so hot in the Summer just waiting for fall. Trying too hard to roll when I fall.

Just another even tide ten thousand miles from no where. With a mess of well rehearsed dreams and dinner plans, laying out schematics for fitness and tans to catch while we would and have while eating from cans. The beach and the playa are made of up of sands. To establish nothing from the midst of masterpiece and find wisdom secured in the depths of righteous pains. Dousing stains in soda and bicarbonate sauce we wanted the victory but accounted the loss trying so hard to establish to queen, king and boss.

Finely defining the moments of elation and dance too happy to find the time for romance to distant the scarcity to make our advance, stick to the water as it will be hotter than June on the moon and our hunger too soon. We ate when we wanted and drank really fast very little talent as we sought out the cast the world just our oyster our boat without mast. Imaginary distance too small to detail we belly flopped our dive and hung out on the swale took out the parsley and replaced it will Kale. The tell of the tape and reading the scale. Which was deliverer out beyond distant pale?

Replaced the fork with seasoned spoon a prayer for the mighty and red booted dragoon a day or two journey but leaving too soon we ran from the demons, the sounds and dark tune. As if someone chased us alone in our fear, hadn’t come up for air or to comb out our hair but just to be fair the fabled folk tales of childhood capture aptly the common sense and lock it up for Tuesday when Sunday long needed. Thick is the lawn when watered and seeded. A false of land when improperly deeded. Delight in the fight and the days leading to night hard to see from history through the lens with short sight. We that it moving comedy to suffer this plight.