Tentbound, waiting for the rain to stop, the sandsifter to open and the pards to arrive!

wet debts dreamt to the dry field
slept is left for later as the humidity exempts snuggled sub-dudes long overdew to renew slumbered phews.
beans bursting my seems like a good idea at the time to unwind or at least try to find away to stay interested never bested by the low atmosphere.
my lack of peers pressured by the weathers relentless endeavers.
outside one magpie in the pampass grass, then two then one again then two then one then two
sorrow joy sorrow joy sorrow joy, borrowed ploys never to annoy untill i see a car arrive full of my boys!
and on i go. . . idealio! x