My River Thames

The place where your butterflies flitter free in the meadow, licking the ambulant stream, the dew from life's vessels, perspirant milk of purity honey- Bursting from out of the seams. The shine of the little fluttering-Bearcat, pillar of change, for seasons changelings stage buttering.; In that; constant, source of inspirationing, constantly in ironys schemes. Vacation on vocational vexillology, Vocation-vacationing in the spring. I hope you always find yourself a wonder-pleasuring. A pleasure in-wondering at home in the free of bond. But never in singularity. Never reeling, never changing. Always becoming to the laeity of the des-parity. A Carrier to Carry-On.