One bite of honest grape that I ate, protected its sweet dew by self-treatment The bravery, like untying the bean sprouts' strings I feel in crisis, even when I'm faced with tottering three stag beetles Too faint, at the present time, that's all my strength
The olive green colored transparent glass bottle smells like some tea'n raspberry ripple The ground has floor heating The rowboat's opening the heavy muddy streaming If my long trembling ceases, then I would think what I'd said to him
Such things contain scissors fluff fluff Those look quite enough
A cloth-bound notebook that I won't use Some noises will fuse, and be a menthol Connection between dicots and the air Glucose will sink deeper and deeper Motivation is a candy; is a nitric acid
Such things contain scissors fluff fluff Though it maybe a bluff