To Block It Up Poem by Pierre Rausch

She wasn't moved
And she wasn't the parade
And she hasn't moved away
And even if she knows,
Can never rise to sense
Whether he would be of any service or not
Quickly furniture away
There is no light
Quickly and astonished
She was quickly astonished
Did not stir from the wineshop
Did not look from the bookstore;
This range of analyse
And to block it up
As humor b
y her side
No instant in junk
Those who were standing
Is it a case?
I don't stand, I don't watch
Thistles in eye
„No time now“
Feet in front
An interest in this affair
Flabby brow, wrinkled cheeks
And it calls to block up
Nightshade
It calls to block it up
The light of heaven fills those who are with the light of
earth
Isn't a plan-o-cide
Here we are to stay
Some months before this
As exactness is kindness,
He was exact
As kindness is exactness
He was kind
It could be a long affair
She was moved
The use of peaches
And she hasn't moved away
All the morning she was melancholic
Lovely behave with her to stray
To block it ever up
To drop it ever on
As exactness is kindness,
He was exact
As kindness is exactness
He was kind