Note to Self

Scottish
Swiss
Fine ascent

Swiss
and
African
with Recompence.

Aligning left meow for change.

It's LEFT and RIGHT not a bit deranged.

Here strange... No French, Canadian or Pole.

It's Center and Truth with all Control.

Fool am I for a fork in the wind.

But glancing at English in the mid of Sovend.

Blessed be to, "Prince of Peace."

For Breathe and Air, Boron released.

I recognize eyes, wings all the same,

for the Jordan replenished the Kind King for a change,

As it were and autos-- for spoiling half-metal.

The Wheat stacks high and rolled in the Bellow.

Poor timing is mine, sometimes when I lie.

Life---is, my guardian. As nothing might blend

For the Ascended Nautalus could wellow and fend.

the strife was all righteous.

The posthumous Protein with forgotten Promise.

Flight for a light in the simply quite darkness.

Now Russian and America-- Indonesian caucus.