Voice choked the water gushes
The operas buffeted by wads of blonde hair
Huff huff I whispered to the children
But then the guards saw us
And came walking on their high stilts
We broke our balloons loudly and ran and ran
A tired white old nag standing forlorn
Among sagebrush on a cold day are his thoughts
Only of the cold the weariness how would he feel
With his belly full of straw in a warm stable
Would he then be thinking of young mares
Disquiet fomenting a tempest
In his itching balls
If I enticed you it was to see the sun
Set. Yes, as you say you had seen
It set before walking back I lifted your
Skirts and whacked you across the butt
A likely enough gesture but I had not
Guessed you had no pants on and our neighbors
Were out to watch the sun set too
Aprendizaje paso a paso, grabaciones de voz para compartir y recordatorios de repaso.
