Sunday

A fair cloud

Jacky had a lesbian daughter. Boarded in the south of France. 1973 the year he travelled she travelled . Ravelled by the rumpus . Time's gatling pun its fun . No a fairwheel a pun, not punishment to its loving denouement.

 This way everyone saw the good and bad and the bad was stolen from its creator. Torn of its baby. The baby gone bad in its cradle to the abortion borted sun. This was no good come from some one.


Hold your heart high! now a navigator's impulse but the capricious woo of a sigh, and poke me as poking goes . O pioneers and dears of the one whole side.


 He schooled his daughter in the ways of thought. Et avec ça il a rempli toutes les jours,les nuits, et les hivers de l'amour   ~  .