April 1, 2022

GOLDEN MEMEOIRS.SONNET 1

I stormbound a mothercarey`s kitchen impinged by stormcloud. In the rickety gale of storm trooper,trenches in subterfuge though. Ruckus and rumpus in a nick,straddling and straggling over cracks and howls of vicissitudes. Trapped in sordid feet.To break the stalemate and stratosphere.And clutches at straw without bricks to make a straw.Gathering vacuous clouds like a streak of lightning for the vamoose rolling stones. Waifs and strays upon the lour of sullen earth.Gathers strands with broken cheeks and pinky navel.I of my taint and blue funks,only so much irascible sinew it can afford.Obscene permit me to take umbrage may i not goof!Sometimes it deemed fit a sumptuous fiddle.With windswept over dancing gallery of distant gales.Peradventure misdemeanour as malfeasance had flooded sinking bridge and sour grape pellets overgrown orchards.Avarice books tempestuous telex beyond its modulated frequency.Dubious terrafirma and blokes of wrinkled petals oft tenderfoot slippery roughshod unflinched.Midnight sun mauls

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