7200
Cold air
whistles
acquainting
me with Arctic
Blast, when
roundly forcing
acquiescing
into half fours
quare corner,
activating
most recent
spate of
ideal linkedin
warm weather
ah...,my
favorite sweet
spot for
read ding
partially
secluded from
gossip mongers
addicting
fellow nosy
residents,
who rarely
brave elements
of style lush
nature addressing
natural environment,
sans leaving
comfort of
their hermetically
sealed apart
ment adhering
to zero
risk exposure
even during pitch
perfect
weather adjusting
cessation
to renouncing
"cabin fever"
administering
most potent
panacea
for heavenly
solar fling
nay, most
every tenant
here at High
land Manor
prefers
vicariously
admiring
terrestrial
flora and
fauna, even
when nature
bursts forth
with adoring
"The Rite of
Spring" adorning
the snapchat
buzz zee
flight of the
Bumble Bee
the still frozen,
yet slowly aerating
rib rock solid
state terra
firmae slowly
alleviating
thick slabs
of iced
over terrain
indiscriminately
allocating
patch of
landscape
legion limitless
almsgiving
then as
instagram dusk
preempts after
noon alternating
cathartic, fantastic,
and iambic
anesthetizing
magic, opportunistic,
and therapeutic
reverie blitzed,
viz banshee
screaming
mother
nature's
wound
dead spirit
expressing
agony dost
vent wrath
heartfelt lament
vacillates,
manifests,
and explodes
analogous
qua red bull
who readily
didst get
smitten angling
to expunge
anguishing
cumulative
racking torment
hell bent
on annihilating
primate
responsible
species
akin to a silent
spring announcing
slow but
inexorable
annulling
guardian
(nee abuser)
role usurped
by Homo sapiens,
who
need answer
for relentlessly
antagonizing
writhing,
lowing,
and bristling
Planet Earth!
