CASPER

Blessed were the days of dismay? I detest! In fact, ‘pon impact eagle’s feather, never seemed as bright as love letters. Wasting needless screams on feeble efforts. Abort the needles and scamper about tirelessly. Revert to the ting. Leave some whiskey for my drink Eventually get lost in the dreams of the sweet. Tame for the time being. The shine hasn’t quite set in. Thou angstful pride evades thy graceful utterance. Frankly seeming to be thrust from thou trance Rage is all that the drove has brought in. Indeed, I did, take you to the grove Endlessly shaping the pavement For those needy peeps, yellow with mush. Duck for cover, In the cupboard found a hoof. Lone and stonish, groaning at the morning. Shh! just listen to the Bull Yodel for a moment, Gone are its days of graceless ‘pades. Hospitable, the way it aims it’s graze. Others may have utters all the same, but Bows of vine strings seem to break when they fade. Time to divide, Nothing a reflux can’t save. Isles of images, of Tour Heroes and Faux Lords Sample their privileges and hope for lesser scorn. Heave at the thought of uprooting the adorned, Eerie is the thoroughbred's swift motion abroad. Remember the sword for its protection of health, whilst Entranced with trophies placed on thou shelf.