ggggggood  old flatchaps on baskets weaved with golden thatch hatch in the morning ready to therash

on light dappled tassled cement wall  bash with holy rollers rockin  the present haspast like gifts frog the hands of  elements ash blending mortar with friends sorrows tp  reform the morrow of what we grasp feld carpenter blends and rainbow  traks on rivulets filled with turtles who nap in the beautiful afterbath gggg