When you came across them, you hollered 'fungi findings!' Wrapped up like pale babushkas we came out of the trees to find you in your red hat right and compassed in front of a field of them. Their smooth fore skinned heads
Will, who won first prize for drawing portaits with eyebrows said it first, 'your knee folded up looks like a vagina.' then watching the school nativity in church he held my hand. An experimental speed poem, wot I will edit later.
The swimming pool clung like a cold cape to her neck and shoulders, her pink lips, purple cheeks and white ears making her look the least like a flower. Walking home, she concerntrated on the squat yellow line