and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
With my foot the supple ball, for perhaps
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
But snow has gathered there, has piled up,
In a single floral stroke,
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
The edge of that other square cut from the right
People might see to be the opening
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
Oh you builders,
Yes. You'd want that said, (if you
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
By the design of our own silent eyes
Blurring the terrain,
(Our fortitude grows dim in
With my foot the supple ball, for perhaps
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
But snow has gathered there, has piled up,
In a single floral stroke,
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
The edge of that other square cut from the right
People might see to be the opening
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
Oh you builders,
Yes. You'd want that said, (if you
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
By the design of our own silent eyes
Blurring the terrain,
(Our fortitude grows dim in
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