Wisps and scurries
flights and flurries
eloquent beasts of beauty and brawn
fields of wheat, girls of whey
suns of glory, told never the same way stories
grassroots often shoots like bamboo sticks to
the sky in the day and age of the Zrome.
The Zrome rears but how it dares to ever be known
to man who may topple it dawn. Bric-a-Brac, hit the
sack. Dreamland, lights out. However speaking, Zrome
is an eloquent beast of beauty and brawn. Like,
fairytales gorn awry, it's so tawry. Let loose, mother
goose stories de jour. to be continued...
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