Poem for 14 January, 2013
Online circular saw blades look like small UFOs hovering above a white trash wood paneled background, floating with prices and sizes and quantities listed next to them.
I click on the ripblade, a harsh shank with deep gullets, flat-topped anti-kickback teeth, and an aggressive twenty degree hook.
With so much mental mulch, and mahogany hardened thoughts, one tool will dull before finishing the job. I will have to order two.
Hope is dedicated to infant understanding Less powerful than injections over short distances deer, white women, a wooden spoon, tofu with authors Limbaugh Kyushu Trimurti I click on my heart to read, difficult market with brilliance muskie , A machine comes against graft, Ursa quality 20 Agassi. With malt so much mental, pushbikes, Arminius, humus, one ship will Shim before work calls before crying to work. I need lhzmin Shseym.