Tzad

Tzad-Oi
10-13-17

Jangling in pockets as dangling in eye sockets
Suffering not the holy one to see corruption
On the factory floor
Love out of a pure heart
Marked by its sound
In prayers to be hospitable
And hold the door for young ladies on their way in
Above the closed and fringed lid
Over the flood I run another vacuum
Tomorrow as the lady sleeps
As it gets into my blood
Call your server the trailblazer
As in the winter of eighty-six
Some swerve
Fifteenth letter of Sa-Mech
I zero in on
Into air then into Pe
In Psalm one hundred nineteen
Where I have been
Leethe used O, the lake Tzaduri
On its shoreline
Off we go in wanton airs
I want to go to the salad bar
Final answer!