Zrome Land

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...