"son gone" #27

Gave his awe to smile so his whole dismay. A storm day rain and another kind rid of enchanting. A rough draw. I know the Giant is haughty, but wind blows, then I float this way. Hit his fiancée. Pea— like moon. Comedy seeps into the tent. A sock and the old ham held. You know now: prodigious incredible encounters come to noise. Your appearance answered. He tasted and was tamed.