11 March 06 SATURDAY SYLLABLES


My dearest Agha,

I strive to harp my lyrics in life and study between OZ’s. Birds enchant rhymes in varied syllables, bee occasionally flits around peevishly, cars engines gust in split of seconds, I, sometimes restless and mind boggled, a bystander lamenting my withdrawing day’s disquietude.

Love

Moody

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