ah Mister Guattari~

A Miss Jill posted over here

as always her hair's long as the rattle. Over winter's breath.Her wreath is a make-shift. Snow's carried its forward pith further than 'nough.

So tell me about agencement. Well say two poems critter on the beaking . Of some . What ? beak. A falcon. beak, for instance. then what ? we'll see ,, more good book~!