Three French Thens
The pandering nature of sauce.
Above the flowering urn, sky darkens, heaves and drops. Sprite right,
sprite left peer obsessively on a courage of contained bloom.
He may visit in the ballroom. The looks that bring him there; the
pretty shod horses. As fast as wind is, it does not change him. Very
Then if a certainty of birds arises from the grass and beef cows moo
and horsemen have their aces, each by each, then who can fail to see
the find-and-aim that places on a just place the unrevealing star