I wake up call, shave,
am brushing my teeth, expectorate, wash,
mop dry, I eat egg.
In the morning there is what to do, again there is a person.
Late at night, he says a friend,
that winter is best in the South;
it, buckling stocking,
staring at the ceiling.
This year the dog in February
cold. Birds laborers
cry Foundry narrows bridge.
as a separate brain.