Turtle Tutting At 62 Degrees
Two giant turtles can find great love in a seventeenth century ornately decorated tea cup. With dips and whirls and prettily painted flowers. Placed on a white swirly iron table. Oh you great prison and fortress of man. How dare you put harnesses on free birds. How dare you cage the wanderings of the flocks. Yet some flocks are best cooped. They do and will not recognise the angle of an ancient sword. And a miller does not make bread with a tiny amount of flour. Floundering flying fishing fished flushing. And a mild curry. Star drop. Star starts. Ignition ignite ignoring *** bean pools point poop *** deliberation *** no haha today. *** fortifications ***
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016
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