Virgin Queen? I want her to have a good time.

The sun, a starshine, weeps, in gold, bold,it loves the weaves of behold, in a suburb, superb, as if it were a spider’s web, as it, goes on a sidewalk, beneath a polluted aire,

A potent, good looking couple, he, who had wed, Pokahanntassss…

Sackaggggeweeay,

Becqause she, querrelous, Queen Elizabeth I, or Queen Elizabeth II, kinda liked Thomas Jefferson…

She could use him, though he, unabashedly bewept John Locke, who, with a curlish key unlocket, from a rocket in a pocket, a pirate, bewitched, down through squirrel, could award him principality, the Virgin Queen, of Central Park?

The little weird place Yoko Ono, nymph, often naked, in fact we’ve all seen Yoko Ono naked, full frontal nude, as Lewis (was this welsh? or Jewish? or both?) and Clark? Under the charge of Thomas Jefferson, meaning the Lousianna Purchase– bellows.

Adair, with her long, stylish, delicious, egging on male up the legs, wants to jump. Michael Jackson, errr Michael Jordan? in NYC? Or North Carolina? Peach basket– wheeze a peach.