March the First

The girl’s names were Alice the boy’s names were Jack. Their room was a wheel on a ship. Approach cautiously. Rouge was the place they were looking for. Play wounded in battle. Trism Bear scouted the courtyard. Bears have no patience with rhetoric. Drink up feel the beer rise. Alices disappeared in the past making police work difficult. Take care at the conference of birds plague masks unguents curious recipes. Alices lowered the shawls from their foreheads under the influence of pebbles. Jacks leapt to their feet. Safety’s luxury came late. Broken glass on the Marilyn Shrine honey pots butters a candle made from fat. The moon was down but there was enough light for horses to ford the river. Cherished a secret grudge against breathing machines. Did not let Trism Bear hear. Alices and Jacks were homeless and waiting for food. Desolation Point. The difficult miracle of anvil and wince. They are what was found there.