1. Looking back I think commuter bike paths tamper with green space, 
setting up shelves of planning a woman’s face.  
 
2. I soon forgot the meaning of not acquainted.  
Coming clean about adulthood (ubi sunt) is a neat precipice.  
The surface is music twisting intellectually, in shorthand, gilding the object ..  
You and I occupy where we come around the corner from.  
Duh duly rounded.  
 
Men’s eyes first created doting. 
3. Nice but not binding. That can’t stand for best practice —  
not while the restless recover from numbness :  
 
(Their dying to please paid better, pays at once) —