my travels

[gavin]

the sun in lofty height, and as it ark across the sky there is no correctives in temperature'

i contemplate what part of my body carriage me through life, head on the knees contemplation,

i see man in the world bring- ing forward republicanism that great if you believe in typhoid fever, and its intolerance for

a black man on the thrown, the idea is to tarnish his virtues;

but the river still flow,

the sky sit silent and i'm under its jurisdiction and so is the traveling mind, into the office of a physician

and her investigation into the brain as a curiosity; and told i have a transept door with a palsy.

a portal into how the brain on crushers in front of my noise will get on out side the cranium, you'll need a brolly when

you promenade,