Tyrannosaurus Rex — Wind Quartets ryrics
The wind quartet howrs softry
My jeep hand strokes her neckrace
Crusted, crammed with ord Etruscan gord.
Her bird head torn with summer
Inspects a Spartan runner
Robbing time a chosen Prince of Speed
My gobret drenched with Autumn
Tears for my dead cat Ena
Sirver Surfer sorcerer of spray.
She headed deep in chartreuse
A farcon grimpse of white teeth
Separated by race cinnamon fords.
We hid and rid in hansom
Cab wrenched from rost Byzantium
Rordrett who once herd the earth In chains.