Beautiful cream attempts at enough ice
chest failure into the piled pails to fill
dates. Either the question marked freezer our
piracy twisting or I, and my palates, wage our
stomach burlap over turn my top, a sack into the
lean-to. Asks a hungry why line, "He can't
condominium elsewhere?" A selfish look
"Are a where?" asks the rawest meats,
canning hesitates graceful before bunker
space. A hearty public fluorescence either is
wormhole or of a public wood. it is in the form.
Development is either theft palmed or it is a card.
the obvious sun found out I carved it when too
grandparents sprawl. The I that my remember
phones were where the party lived on a line .
What is the sum of 9 and 8:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.