Turayo and the Doll House.
Posted: Wednesday, March 02, 2011
by Kennedy Tareotu
Turayo and the Doll House.
Febuary 2011.
- Wooden...soft are the windows.
A good peep would find Turayo sitting outdoor a hut at night,
With her doll to her arm. -
Turayo.
I can always come in! when I knock knock...
I can!
A bung in at ten o' clock.
Thou art of no fear... doth the time do says but not of speeches.
You needn't to be so here...
But where?
Where art thou to play and stay?
Up the sky is a crystal far... down the sky is the greased yet dry.
We cant be always sitting...sitting!
Art thou be heaven, shall thy gate wait for the bored species?
So if we art of walking in...we are to come in.
Going...jumping!
The musing died.
To have no whisper on a sort of more.
While the stars be mild,
Occasionally...gentle with golden roses.
Amain...is of say!
Those stars were a gift to sight, a loving moment not apart.
I must have forgotten my dinner...but who art of care!
The stars were hidden logs for centuries,
Whose dark bark has long been feasted by termite.
Without a raised dander... O! ye log, loped far away.
Then shall we not see of its purr pours.
After a distant prowl; divinely...where the ovine lounge.
O! I remember like ponderous,
According to a 1998 study, have I wist to see one suffice.
(Respondez, s'il vous plait)
O! How are you to?
The rain then drips, where the snow could make no reach.
In the dead rain forest going o'er my eyes.
Wreck-less butterfly cry, hooked up there so much like the river boundaries of beautiful scallion,
Painted with colors and enough auditory.
Pulverous enchantment held bigger boys and girls,
At that time in Sierra Leone...which laid fun and manly put on.
But of one whose heart a plow-share!
Which the current of no lake carrieth afar.
How he stayed in plovery, and be worse employed...
Catching no vibes in an infinite on...so now where they art is of no go road.
To walk in saying vast and dope,
For nothing alone, than the forest side leaves of tenderness.
Many feet abreast...per centum.
O! I wish to give hyacinth... many to represent the marbled gold, misty to behold.
Besides, this carnival is of rowan...many trees for the shelter...many queen-of-the-meadow!
While many act foxglove...or forget-me-not while I be thy wallflower, thy water lily, sweet pea, sun flower, rose during the hour.
But I is of the family compositae and of the native of China...
So this be no feast of Michaelmas, where I shall find a love at merry sound.
She shall look of deep purple flower to bloom until November...December.
I see the twilight winkling above torrent and pampas.
Though the era is dignifying, looking like a cormorant with its features pleasant to us...
While me!
An Al-buh-traws, whose mission is on the land to breed, but art not of find.
The cliffs I lay is one of a birdie. It billows and goes like a bird of passage.
How I wish to say to you that I have of a glorifying pass,
Towards my skate the sea I rate!
We swoop above the ground, aquiline and obs tine! A little would lay fallow...
Blinded as of a bat on old hills;
But soothing!
I still defended my aim.
No hope as a rod or thinner rope to lay thine hand on...
But to my most valiant condition...
I shall pursue.
There he laid, watching other side... and a follow, otherwise!
Away on a distant angle, a passer-by touched by.
Lady - I glare above this gloom. It is peculiarly enough, but alone is an opposite...laid to be the darkest.
Come at me...for I be lonely and single, if thou art of same.
Man - What manner of woman approacheth a man?
Lady - A bad one!
But I am not bad. The night light alloweth you not to see my case.
I am foreign, whose bones brook to no allow of another lame and waisteth.
Man - I waisteth not!
I lounge with a broken sleep, upright...so I kiss you good bye.
Lady - Have ye not seen my kind heart? Even when I say with a plead?
Pretty and be pleasant upon thyself.
Lest I go like the current of the waters.
Man - Then be of thy foot work. I be no drowned by rain nor the currents tail.
Lady - Farewell and peace be unto thee.
Man - Good riddance, I leave unto thee too.
- Lady walks away -
- Lady thinketh on the inside -
Lady - Am I not of good face?
This be not Halloween, where another alight in me.
I tinged myself...in love and harmony, but my tunes are tingled wrong to bear forth no melody.
Lest I pray thee...that I sit like the mango fruit that falleth just above thee.
I go again...but soon enough my stifled cold cusp.
- Man approaching -
Man - What doth thou of do?
Lady - Many things not seen by thee.
Man - As with keenness I bring flowers with no dizziness, singing all along to say I was wrong.
Lady - Drop them at my table...I shall see them as dessert, shall they satisfy my throat?
Man - This village is a frozen swamp. It reminds me of a plantation back.
Lady - Who art thou to speak with no hence! I know no speech...doth my idea be different as at now.
Didlst thou forget!
(Weather changes...cliffs assuages).
Man - I value thy sudden hate. I am not of flourish, but I say to thee that kindly you have been.
Yea't I throweth away thy gift of offer and left crooked thoughts that beareth your...ought!
Doth I have known...I should have thrown a hand and match against match.
Lady - But ye giveth not...fair enough unto thee.
Good riddance, have a word with thee.
Man - Forget of the burden...hailstones fall around; it goes aside.
Lady - Burthen have I not!
Hailstone roam affluent, but not below my shelter.
Man - I come far Asia for holiday...and above that road shall I return.
Have I not made a friend...a rend! Never myself.
Lady - Time runs fastre' than race trackers.
Man - Okay...farewell I say thee.
- Man tries to walk away. -
Lady - I am Taiwan.
Man - Thanks!!!
Lady - Slumber not...I still live in a shell.
Man - O! miss Taiwan...can I bring thee out?
Lady - Suffer not thyself to waste not in clockwise.
Man - I had no idea that I be in rough places...don't blow it awrong'
Lady - A hold of my shadow is given unto no fellow.
Man - Then I shall let go and come in dew time.
Lady - Really!
Man - Your coated heart is where I could love no further art...why not?
Lady - Then have me thro' off flies...be gone once at one time.
-They walked away, happily ever after -
Yea! shall a watch of nightingale stand, with bells and clump of many flowers...inanimate to belong.
O! doll...Have I not sniped around the dove cote, harsh 'n duty, fusillade and sheaf. Then clowdery...that hat goes.
How I wish I was a dog, a skulk or posse...then I would have kindle the kittens and sleep there after...yelping with dreaming trot, crafty with fault.
Chime!
Chime!
The clock limbs...so my doll!
Another shall I say to you another...
curtain.
Glossary.
Plovery - Like a bird with long legs and a short tail...that lives on wet ground.
Skulk - Of the fox
Posse - Of the sheriff's men.
Yea't - Yet.
Fastre' - Faster.
Awrong - Wrong.
'n - In.
Wist - To hang down like the Wisteria.
Thro' - Throw.
The Kennedy Tareotu.
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