I Straddle My Beach Combing

A conscience is broken. I have written out ogle plainly.
Cold fronts leap free out western ranges for Sheila Murphy.

Gone are ultra-sexual motifs. I straddle my beach combing.
Infrared motive-cameras glamorize technique in a flash.

In conceptual modeling base pairs are sutures: eg, gh, etc.

One strange breed of spurred quarter horse rides out.
In Utah, death’s martyred, quartered Prussian ode exists.