One X KnIght

One xKnight came home from the office she was commingling her pantaloon with heavy wish of flair. Or say its washback was combing the breaker, and
oO other thing which marked its pleasure off. Spume of kickback Minister Platon resisted her knee of poesie. Said in Villon's Verlaine tongue. Wished by walker. Or says she was cutting back payment on card. Then what he heard was cushyacushya if I can find a place to you see this machinery of seaming ...



Must yer

Must yer dada always be linked to miracle? Or manacle say of the songing prison of Paris? I have slipped your streets my love, and torn all their blogs. Made day fright and fright pave its cobble stoned wheel of these street we sauntered our back to the hedge of the ancient library looming volume of their leeward high and low, as any lovers do they see. Peace. And Please. Kiss.