Mona's remora. You will see. Hear its . Not . then Or to say. Hear. Its again. Not. a fear. A trifle. Nay a mouthful. a spring back to tense. See to its hearing. No, earring.  A fruit borne to stable any harvest. A butch gone hair cul de sac. Not a narrative clearing. A cuffed out purge. she's worn the half-won and cost peer.

Over the last felt thing it's a race to the fifth. A plate and more her worn away salvo.
And bears the blue. A king done by night and rest.


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              Is this  as Jill hears the panting persona? a thimble, a tumble, a thumb on the highway postcard. Rain on the  strata on the road, a side peer vision. And rumbling along to the ~ place between ~ a form  a rent riding along that road. she's heard everything  a ho ho a howdy-do the monkey lady do the watusi. A sample, a shamble and a step and what's that comma doing around your mouth? 

                           Apricot coconut the coeval ocean shaping its rusty claim this mounting fridge the wave of blue air, a cape, a pen, again then reckoning. 

                                           Caution to merit its own daze.

     Around the pavement ....     Jill  ...        ...  patter of silver . No, a pattern of glitter. Not that, glimmer. Said hum to mouth. Jill stammering her Celt. 

    Murmured to its rustling tent. out to later, back again time.