Tread very gingerly; you’ve used up almost all the words.
Heavy worry about growing small again, but this time accidentally.
Don’t be so fanciful. If you’d add those mustard-family vegetables
To the pot roast It would feed so many more.
Shepherds are still tender in a time of war.
New lovers plagiarize say awkward things and yearn.
My heart’s desire would be only to desire, but not to grasp.
And not by yonder blessed celestial anything I swear.