THIS BOOK WILL NOT REMAIN NAME-LESS.
Since the day belongs to those who captured dawn, this day can only end on a perfect note.
Dear night, characterized this Wednesday, embellished with poetic quotes.
December the 18th, it's so cold that camels, away did float!
Or perhaps they sailed away to a hot and deserted area on fleeting boats.
Going wireless, NOT minding any mental mentions, turning this intellect on without a remote. Like Shakespeare, Bill wrote,
"Our aediles smote? Ourselves resisted? Come." Hence Today Will For-ever Be Smote.
© Christian D.Koumtog