The Nonsense Rhyme Of Winds And Air Comments

Being born from roses, up to far away, flowing the winds; Now am thinking of those people, Whose wallets are light and heavy the minds. Of their flats as fairy and women as heaven Cars and keys to all these happiness counts seven Are going to be lost in this coming sunlight of fires Sunlight, as sharp as sister in laws’ affairs.

Now, please tell me my dear! How could I behold the air?

A good one to enjoy.............