I hold your books, I hold your elf. When I am made of flat rock, you call me continental.

Paul Simon said you can call him the first two Guevara went by the middle three Final two, a possessive for me All together try to make base in to noble

I have a neck, but no head to wear, and sing through strings stretched taut with care.

In times past I needed to be developed. In modern day I can simply be printed.

Left to fall, it’s a slacker, Made straight when it’s taut. Theoretically: contains most within like a knot. A bunny with shoes. Hood’s release launches nock. Hypnotizing. A puppet. A connection of thoughts.