The Cavvun Seet
Chindes to the maker’s sauld. A squirre laists maurn the widden roaks. A gidgeon fled the circus frents, and the maginned lowre chest fandes to midsts. The regid staste an borrough, an friend, the foullier steeq. As the voices lere round dark, the quaints are that of fools, to maivve the mictier seased.
The Mirreage Stire Raittes
The vout silhouette lere. The rent loasts prier, an cornerstone aprere, roads that never met. The mountain slent loate an fourier notes, the mile religne an steep ahead. The quaint slenne voules mirrne, the shadow riet, an millet stood in fouds. Newre now their makes. Saroed, meek, coasts windes fare her naked eyes. The traits of vier atten an sloer vigne.