Dear David,
The turn, slight, is it bite, a man, in the night? How praise wings, do tell, me more, the praise the silent chop, the wings night prise, arrogance the ear, tilted foe, how once morsel, depth, does a hound I tailor, he is mine, your pat, I can alter, the eyes woven lept, caring soft, night mare?
The upper lip, stiff, how a treat, hid snow, the crow I know, too, a child, the little eye coined theft, and the bucket well, a sniff hound, keep pocket know, to a monkey sneak, the shop, twice slept grow, the sniff, I park, to the child lept wept, how hounds in arrogance, do bucket hands crop slop, olden feast, a trip, willing, shall I? Take one step, the feast lips, tear, a sniff, to find the bucket a child lit to my stair?
Do find, the bucket, wiped of snot, a back eye glazed, yet all caught slopped. How a millionaire, would tidy sum, a beast caught fair, the eye withered, yet, what hound, do you feast, is it a stare?
You know these tidy pieces, need a chop, yet a monkey two, how an alley crop, to a nut to crack, the angel maze, a little pry, the canal hid hound, and safety breath I do take, in hindsight lair?
A sniff, a seer, yet obvious held dear, a fallen ember, a child with tear, a house reaped solitude, and the hound, reaped sow, a flush the nose, is it a barter piece, the choice leapt near, a price tag under, yet under, the well, I do, hold, the bucket eyes parcel, how capture theft, is it still there crept?
How one man eyes the parcel cries, all gone, tears, and a sniff, the despair crept lies? A morsel memory, fallen slight, or one greedy man, all parcels night? How little feast, to sniff the wear, the bucket, vomit, or just a nosey kid, to a point raised stun, how an old feast, parcel, the tips, the feast palms cry?
Is it a nettle coined, to back phrase grip, a little coin, and the child slip, laugh, the mind, nip, coy, the detail clever, yet game coised anigh?
A little sniff, in a time frame night, a king, exhales, the point, a loom, his points woven one point cry, that sniff a loom, a child parcel weave, how excitement levers, and all mine, the hounds, perhaps, I will leave?
The lip will grow, an angel snot, how willing eyes, alter cart, yet cart one point eternity nip, how one point woven, a grip, knit lart?
What points are woven with grace to ear, an echo eternity, that I hold dear? Yet others, careless, the point I rise, the lip the point, I park to grow, and a little skip, the eye raised light, and the curse a shop, my humour poy?