Oh' His How So Quickly

All the sky has cast it off. White rich pink faced. The sky was red again. We did not have anything to make, muchless of it to stay. We approached with the conclusion next each poor day, And there seemed to be nothing hidden even there, THEN Daddy fell into the wooden barrell, pickels fight! And everyone' each face of hers/his redeployed some such redeployed we whom are dancing, pleasure pure. Fatherers machine and his photograpic memory fast oh his how quickly was released. He' it crawls out of the duckweed pleased, smelling of it, again it answeres when Daddy fell mightly in it.