Year one of Beggar Union membership,

　　Waiting, to fall, suggested selling it for forty cents, could be a good price,

　　Generalized a bit, dropped a few questions, the processor stalled for a moment, dropped the love story, I wonder who picked it up,Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.

　　Reacting to majesty, assumed, probably true, it extends outwards,

　　The river flows, spring is here, will it flood?

　　Will the game produce fruit,

　　Will it be useful,

　　Will it work,

　　Last I heard the writer died,

　　Sylvia Plath,

　　Yeah, I thought it through,

　　Let`s do it.