poem by thom zok date 23 may 2013 i want to fly ------------------web woman speeds over the crystal which melts in the sun fool's day the dossier has the name of sts mist pleases the cartoon poison carbon fiber never burns in mars my trotting jet doesn't fret i'm glad i have bags of cash tomorrow i'll buy the moon and give it to my sweetie adorable she is i am skipping on the sea it's the tea
my hope is high i want to fly. scores of dozing wears meals to deal they are dressed for polka my star will power the soaring sphere dormant in the mavens kick the peaks you will defeat the rowers parlance of the wicker chairs portable undercurrent you will get kinect post the barren snake mess. double the effort yolk must not be fog ticket has the spectra buy in andromeda
no go when it rain in sherbets i get to the spree i agree i don't have this business must advance give the people phones and they alone will go to edges of quantum stars i'm singing. **********************