Jan 28, 2017
The rush hour rindle, into seemly revolt
Run, run, run; while I can through the rush hour’s race, the rill of rivulet rindle. This strange and shifting spasmodic; roving, rambling arousal. Take the spout, spritz, spurt; the runnel rinse, sprinkle spray splatter spatter. Oh shower undo me of squalid slovenly scuz. Scour and slosh this old soul, starch swab my substance shape. Profuse me in prevalent raging, rank my rife rampant rude. Revise and remodel this single respective reserved, into seemly revolt. Vince 28-01-2016
