English Is Peter

Tai from the dusty cliffs of chalk looking there past the pond flying over the boats, are to slow today hot yellow burning the sun, I met, a fellow 'Peter. Peter stood and walked and talked amongst the grass holding his key while it growing even greener, as the tide was turned away. Peter says eye, in lieu of yes upon a box standing up does your speakers. The poetess from England and you to Peter, made was mention of by, I. His wife upon the shore he builds for others.I found a hat I wear and washed, some think of as. And she as he are as one mind and all like they their sky is blue turning brown from the sun we are pond to pond the same, our colors.