1900
1
So useful the putty that loads the sun to convoy,
The jam of the locals as they employ,
Standing in the saloon peeping, awaiting the dusk,
Reeling the spool of people he knows is corrupt,
Atmospheric pressure outside reputable of the lines,
Charismatic encroachments of hints to one that shines,
Laying in the grass the beach of rendezvous,
Cycling the cells of losing the screws,
Embarrassed of the pipes the wise continue to state,
Faith in its mishaps for the knight to take,
Caving the guard technically curving his rounds,
Pitching the dice riddles of his local bowels.
