Leaning Poem

Overbearing these and those stretches were extended, how long it was, how deep and purred, let the air coming to, untouchable to feel of love, someone think about many things to attached in strings, bunch of youngster kings can be close enough to take the fingertips together and overdo it, the chest the head the inner gut was movingly, dedicated legs and feet to combine in bone each way indeed, the nose would take super long, evenly like Pinocchio's nose should be grew many sizes long, leaning is like soothingly action, It will be growing in lairs and pairs, unlike the chairs in a single row, when you start to walk downstairs, unless the hairs would take it short and wise 

Written by
Michael James Brindley
8-31-18