Those two winsome planets - the Twin Balls, so-called - are indeed up
Kenyan boy: "Crude brood, Fred."
Catalonian boy: "Yep"
peeps me nose:
- Eleuteri Qrim
- Under the speckled canopy / Where, along the autumnal whisper / Of fair weather, I walked, / The enkindled persimmon, / And then the flaming chestnut, / The imploded acorn, fell… /.../.../ My eyes, and nose, and ears, / And tongue, and skin, in joy / Praised such fragile perfection. .../.../