I love long sentences.
I seem to end mine early.
I have said what there is to say and that is the end of it.
Or I extend into blathering thats.
I like the word 'and' to end a paragraph.
I smell coffee.
I like when I smell like coffee.
I love extravagent verbs.
And here I am with 'love' and 'like' and 'seem'.
Winter.
There's a sentence.
Homonym me up, doctor.
Not the phone, though. Anything but the phone.
The wanderer sits, having wandered.
The squandered saves, having wandered.
Would you wonder with me?
That would break me asunder
in the way it is nice to be
spoken and thunder.
I shall pass through
another poem
in passing it along.
Roman Ryan 