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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