There will be more decision
and the country house is full
tonight
respectfully delivered at morning breech
trad winds of empty shoes
drop stop infinity insist
war planes grumble at it
they can put a stop to it
atomic beginning as was
splatter the universe to us
we think
good enough
Ive checked the invoice it is all encountered for
Ive not a thought for improvement
who's own self improvement recruits
remove the any where wounds
riddled in nothing
left space left alone
ending in everything
abrade that what you wish you want
the crookedness of indecision
that clever curve we all turn around
good for your company but meet for mine
Le pauvre postillon
De saints d'autrefois
Des constrictors
Navigue en paix, aux cre'puscules
Tre's vieux
Je regrette les temps de l'antique jeunesse.
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