Russian Sonneteer
What do I do but on and on.
Heaven. Remember when?
I arrived so obvious, dirt of
Russia. Show up a skeptical
blot. Honestly my love is
food. Somewhere afterwards
eternally. Relax as it comes.
Re-right it and lose 25. Of
nuclear rays in tiny golden-
rod garden. Spec blue and
looks great. Take it as it
comes and in the right di-
rection Heaven. Re-member
dirt of the obvious, skeptic.
