Smile!

And it is. Is to be what “and” had so implied and locked confined. Some improper beginning to convey meaning left alone speaks so vague. And the struggle goes. Its wiggle pushes the bone like control prevents the fall. It’s essential this tug and pull. Our chase depends and succeeds only from the risk. To bust a knee. Gravity will shift and you will move with. And where will it stand? My hat is off to the band. May they rest in the icy sand. We’ll soon wallow in its wake but of a modern take.