Not for the faint of heart..in the dark, a lark,...aloft for a cause, the prosaic Boss. I emboss the cost in aframe..to tame a mark, and embark to accost a novice's cross...
Frost settles in, to bend a stem..and rend the Wren's kin..a spin in a pen's whirlwind?! Naw, an amend to men I send.
What wouldn't a shy guy spy in the rye?!? Sly off golden dye for an alibi:)
I fly, sigh, deny that any glide's flied with the tide that tried to slide in that ride!
Not a lie, Lied, wake! U Jake!
Intake the make and metal, of the obstacle in front of you.



Mac

nice 4leaf

Nice write 4leaf.