She said "extra et cetera" of my plethora of feathers while buttoning her sweater up. Anticipating better months, temptation should weather us. If it doesn't better us, tell the chapel not to prepare for us, the priest have no prayer for us, and our exes needn't swear for lust of us, our brunch, and honeymoon fun. Needn't the sun fall for our horizon run, needn't we these shades for fear that sun might blind someone. Needn't I find a name to bind to our son. If I could be tamed, my mind wouldn't run. Though I am not tamed, harmless I remain because I mind no one.