Sarabande on reaching the age of eighty-five

Everything needs a rest- the machine - a mirror- an astronomical chart or graph- a sometimes glass?. Like the fun even though dynamo elsewhen or blue or black- glee elsewhere or G- clamp?. I tell you something is hither or thither elsewhere or how the world is not even aware of damn or the water blue splashing on the eyelids of some mermaids for instance?, Just let wait and see the sky is still weathering and sere and flealy withering?. Will the body mind when the spirit needs a rest or at least a fine adornment?. Or sometimes the beautiful flowers at the campaign secretariat?.