A Farewell - Full Poem [Temp. 0.692]

 A Farewell
  I feel back there on the elevators,
  the clever stood into the dirt up and drove
  and the words are ever entirely there
  I want it so long to look at
  me.
    I like the man came out of the world
  I am not in time to see the perfect mirror
  and I walked into the freeway I saw a red green and bright table,
  and I felt all of them to the next time in a homemade
  and I didn't know why I'm going to be there at night and I'll
  get it again to be the reciting blonde.
  I am a secretly of hand that it was a real poet and
  while I was the ambulance of poetry
  and I fell on the storm of a man
  and a bunch of things are the same thing
  to reach the government on the floor
  they talked cream in the hospital
  trash of the face of
  you.
    nobody could never give
  their
  intellect
  and the world is,
  and some of them
  walk into their
  freezes,
  they are the little more
  stallion.
    it's not ready here.