she was lolling...
languorous
lugubrious
lacertilian....limelit.....
and,
perhaps....
cachinnated, well...
overly...
when he mentioned
his cacodemomania....
as
no
cadastre was produced....
off
she went....was past time for a nacker
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are wwonderfully unique! SG