Underwater Ballet and Me

Poochy playground parasites play perfectly in end type, so often was the pooch played, so close was the matinee. In rainbow trees, the stalagmites color freely in between, I’ve seen. So come and spray and make gay meetings in southern ways. Valves tease meagerly, to hope—underwater ballet and me.

Please

Very somewhat earthly and soggy, tuned to a separate key and a half. With milk, of course. I like smoogar in my fleas. Sweet poop into cottage institutes. Realms of rewinds cover triage of sorts. To ink thus peed on canvas or paper watchamacallit. To bus, put indeed around a cough and split hounds. To rub along, so please.