1994

Desk boot of fray trees, o ram filter
I stylize a chute for nog.

That sounds dirty.

It is not.

It is music
To the peeress
From Pyongyang.

She studied music.

It was at one point a career path
For royalty, the arts. They were.

The examination table
Is at the end of the hall.

A fiddly dime space pays your mist.