Fern Nest Tree and Mossy
9-17-21
O what a way to kill an hour
And among her back to life wonderful in insect love
And female resurrections in material for candy choices nesting salvation
Rendering salutation as chain faith is for the riches of the sea
When it comes to the saints and I'm still day thriving for boys and wagons
If you make another river's dollar to say
Sun on the hive in the new you
Lean on toward a happy union
In thou fights of the son and my chain Welsh tree....
Seventeen And Eleven
9-17-21
In seventeen stand for the insipid as elven shines
And good luck you'll miss me when I'm gone
In pied mossy fog where I cannot take my rest at Justus sundown my wound
For spotted puddles shy art still for the dream out of smelly during shock for March windows
To blow my troubles away in great insight of what faith is where it still my fizz grasshopper
Now that today s accomplished in all rovers for another hour....
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