Serpant King

Loving melody is the brook feeding down into the sea. Happiness of flow is the river that is labeled Mississippi. I meet you in places, with so many different faces. Lodging is scarce on your shores. Maybe it is time to open your doors. Paddleboat mixes you up in this little buttercups. The locks are sturdy. I go up and down both ways. Love the technique. An eagle scoots across the sky. I have said a many a goodbye. Casing the joint is seeing all that is in yee, for the profit of few. Maybe a serpant snake is there today. Up here, down there delta is how he does see. He is connected to wizardry. Heaven sent are the trees that lock you in place actually. MN Island camping in your frey is what he and I did that day. We brought our own lion there. She was siamese mix and braver than brave. She was very Titanic on the hood of the boat. Float when the motor said all she wrote. I believe it was hitting he, the serpant king that took out 2.5 blades from our rotor. We almost parished in the damn. My luck brought us to the shore fairly easily. His retardation was apparent.