Art by Norman E. Masters
Twang! a little wisdom might sweeten my lot. suspend the song bong the gong. The sparkle is remarkable ! the sun's moon light takes flight and touches each dewdrop. Firey winged children spotlight the kiss and shower a feather offering of spun dragonflies. Breathless beacons undulate the night's procession. Fulcrum Fever Pitch There it is --> <-- outside chance. The enchanter meets his enchantress. Glowing spires lasered choirs, sing their quest, fluorescent jest no time to rest. Control that mumbling! A timeless thing is going on here Come peer.... ... belly up. Starlight Fetus. attend me belly up defend me comprehend me mend me suspend me. Away, tiptoe now. Quietly the acorns communicate as the enchanter meets his enchantress.