After The Ball

After the ball, we all three of us, two of a feather, and one superfluous retired, to and from rooms and careers, respectively, to electively, to conspire against one, effectively, partners in crime, part-time extortionist property owners, and out of proportionist mimes lament, the call to present in an off-evident that they lent but don't rent out for money yet. Sorry for trying to get in the act, I thought a performance was what y'all expected. Turns out a more sideshow than Cirque du Soleil, but I value grit over fancy tricks Wind, dine, wind down another evening, entertaining and complaining, I stay dry and stalled, but still pl After the ball, they gloat through the glare with the straightest disease, the uncaring flakes on the lime trapeze. They master the rings, contorting the facts, pickling the punks, thwarting the unwitting acorn, with peck of red-headed step-child, a cut from the granary, an indentured clown on the face of it. To counter-cut to the grease-fade budget, pres Sorry for trying to get in the act, I thought a performance was what y'all expected. Turns out a more sideshow than Cirque du Soleil, but I value grit over fancy tricks Unfortunate difficulty balancing, shipography, I on the contrary, bet I could trot the close topography without a fall, but still pl Sorry for trying to get in the act, I thought a performance was what y'all expected. Turns out a more sideshow than Cirque du Soleil, but I value grit over fancy tricks