adjourn, take to the seraglionic cushioning.....outstrip the horsefliers, streaming, beaming, linear-locked to feathered farcicals....
be there,
a
greeter
of the solstice-wane....offering trays of treacle and clusters.....hive-bound and
munificent.....
good little rabbit.....
there are rewards for the sighted......
.and I am envious.....
but not quite enough to lay down today's hammer......tomorrow it may go back to its place in the piano.....nestle and stroke with accuracy
good little hammer..
ok...lockdown time, is it?
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