gently dream’d

gossamer slipt on her sweet lyrish hips & it set a silver mood
enter distractions & traffic infractions on 8 trucks & also a scooter
next is their exodus & Ah alone at last–alas romance seems to elude
tendered apologies render’d her all at ease now for the crackers & Gouda
less from the strategists more from the magic-kiss’d wishing to circumvent DOOOOOOM
you on the pedestals–we bid you cease menace to us so please/kindly get clue’d