Black, the engine shakes. The spindle, worn with spinning, shudders; red yarn breaks.
The crimson dye won't take. A touch of hands, all bundled up in rubber and black, the engine shakes. He marks what he bakes with curds, bright oil, and butter while red yarn breaks the signature in all his worst mistakes. If you force the rudder, black, the engine breaks and, dependent on her slate, you will rake off rain into the stringy gutter where all red yarn breaks. You never pass the sill if, black, you try to fake your way in through closed shutters. The red yarn breaks, and black, the engine shakes. -Tay --------------------------------------------------- http://www.tayarrowsherman.com/ http://www.olio-academy.com/ --------------------------------------------------- _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [email protected] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
