Goodbye Gertrude

I thought that, before you were mine, the address, which you gave. The goods; it is because they are impossible. So it was said.

Potentially, apart from…

It was all due to the cold mornings of Sundays; It took the sun, It who is increased with the colour of memory, and that Insect put the correct question in the sky. The interior part of my church passes from the timber of oak. It has the white toe of the grave and the person of decisiveness made of marble gel; the marble gel that is finished in the village. I love you in street that is influenced by Noises. OH these noises!   How is it that in the wall that conscientiousness connects me to! The clue is in the table of my fenced brain! The fact: the noises open also from my heart; pour the iron of treatment of rust from the region that is closed! OH these noises! The noises for this Sunday!

Goodbye Gertrude; hello Gregory!

It is, for that sad fact that I imported the virtuous only the morning. Only the impossible imported goods are found. They are potentially only imported since they are regulated. This is a deterrent!  (If it is then it denies that what it is not).

Yours,

Toby