I was looking ‘channel-ish,’ edgy comme, a bit overboard in the dowdy channel. All the day-boats burning, I described the sea as good as bill this time the poet bill. The sea described below. I hate poissons. I’m glad the fishery crashed. But I’d like to tell you about my bird. He’s running back to reculver. How to get there: there’s an oar farm there’s an eel rack. Be confused. Clubrush in the fleets and rhines. In any case the blue wave is moving to the right. There is error then and the orioles have moved it over. The hell I am. Hi ed hi lisa. I think I’ll call my bird yvonne.