Wisdom, Justice, Moderation

Primrose of the morning, the early year,
Expecting therefore moderation,
Refugee camp somewhere, doubtfully here;
Catching on to a renegade aluminum soda can,
Indifference became a friend to the squawking
Opaque stone, catching on to the wedding getaway car.

Priority has been made of a mountain of peach jam,
Expensive and Cherokee, inexpensive but not free;
Refusal to say anything for fear of judgement or
Catchy phrase. You begin with a catchy phrase,
Onionlike removing the layers, and the last line twists.
Regularly a little salt and pepper evenly dispersed,

Regretfully through, mixed into the frozen mixed vegetables.
Experienced justice with tradition and conservativism,
Refrain of a heavy force, a heavy state, full of labor,
Expert at not too much, not extreme, not dramatic.
Privatization is droll, less rigamarole, sweet tea.
Exploratory in its capital venture, we got

Refinement on our minds, and nothing is
Categorically refined as Georgia, there in Atlanta
Once we got learning through another credible factory
Unprecedented experiments become an old nightmare,
Red tape dreams long forgotten as we travel along
Singularly on the sad old sand courses of Caesarea.  The

Onset of evening, barely touches old establishments, here in Savannah.

percio-so,therefore/ percorrere-cover travel along/ percourso-route

Author's Note

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