Mine legs, walking across the path
a small shamy flower just jinked out of the ground
Not as a pimple in the face
But as a hair hoisted from the chest
The sunlight showed his sympathy to secure the surface and safely stimulate him some stationary sanction as her father
The windy uncle was too funny and gentle for her as if as a television
And the rain was so serene so lovable towards her who pampered her to grew she was as sweet as her mother
The friends of her were invisible and very whimsical they were the gases in every cases
The flower was rather smallish
Whence I often toured her
She was as cute as a cherished Chinese cherry cultivating crops in her field slowly with a great curiosity
She was small and Schelly
So I do love her
V