In this 4W drive Honda Car,
There is nothing but doubts,
Hanging low to linger in June air,
The Pen Handle houses blink their eyes,
Fascinating at the five-star vacation,
When Lizards visit from bright fixture,
Home style breakfasts romance the crisp morning.
Wondrous thoughts lurk,
Xinhua news toy with slim-hipped Mongolian wind,
No Iraq music sings for me,
but well-fed camels scuttle through the beach,
I smell my favorite coffee in the kitchen
as night escape to the New York city,
where birds dance with hopeful songs
to the birches at the central park.