A Day of Fifths

Thoth yesters poly-gone minstrels in cover

today we are alive

one and one is five

ohms so long and miso thrive

the delight is ancient, and wherefor to Dover?

one can cry four-evers

the stutter, meine Geliebte sagt:

R.&>&>&>E.&>&>&>S.&>&>&>T.&>&>&>

sleep in "A"-bouquet

-the passed-on fawn-life