Such a story of women and her partner
Under the horizon of kin,
It would take a bottle to include so many errands,
At traces of Nanking.
One was a Portuguese fisherman from the ancient Newfoundland,
Not the female, Jail key and femme fatale, explosively out
Of her social orbit, as her fox overcloud shouted to every
Single sea people, drinking a shot..
Every single half an hour they cheered from the sidelines
And it seems that a Stone in a forest cemetery
Underwater in a main house lawns,
Happily answered back.