246 on the corner of Cotman and Ranson, murder-related shoot off! Proceed with extreme caution, I repeat - proceed with extreme caution.
Oh my silken pudenda, my turgid, pouting kittens!
No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day -
No sky - no earthly view -
No distance looking blue -
No road - no street - no "t'other side the way" -
No end to any Row -
No indications where the Crescents go -
No top to any steeple -
No recognitions of familiar people -
No courtesies for showing 'em -
No knowing 'em! -
No travelling at all - no locomotion,
No inkling of the way - no notion -
"No go" - by land or ocean -
No mail - no post -
No news fom any foreign coast -
No Park - no Ring - no afternoon gentility -
No company - no nobility -
No warmth, no cheerfilness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flow'rs, no leaves, no birds,
November!
RAM
IT
IN
THERE!
Get it right in that sentence Sonny, squeeze it in Sonny Jim!
Posted By: tehwatch, Oct 13, 13:23:47
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