
New people knew people.

New people knew people.

Wrap trumpet and flute practice and treat your best gal-pal to a couple’a late nite cocktails.

Consume spring crocus, drunken eye focus.

Perfectly disguised numbers station antenna.

There came a cloven gleam.

Old houses were scaffolding once, and workmen whistling.

I will go back into the garden and hear the Song of Songs.