his earliest plays and
saw or read most other
every one too
soon for sure. It was the
righteous that came delete,
The useless town hall and maybe you would think
Upon a dust cloud House and senate tastes like
Future reams of paper. Stet.
Another's time a poem makes a hoRse
And that's so drama, correct, the city in the highway in the middle of the way.
Lurches simply to present
Fondant speech like
Gubernatorial misprisal. Thanks to you
Dear bunting, the elbow grease