What nonsense....or is it worse?

Always keep some nuts in your pocket when you go out.I do,for sure.I love to feel them if I am worries
He had a broken start in life and his motor never got himself  going properly.
And his doors were locked shut so he was lonely.He forgot he had his own key,you see.We must all remember that.
She has a following soul but no humans follow her blog.What do you advise? C
To eat cake?We're not in France! I'll keep that soul
I froze in any other game but cricket.I kept  the boundary in a marked manner
Her nose on any other face would need a pleat.As it is it suits her well and her husband also
All  those toes and never had his own feet.~what a shame
Icecream goes down the little red lane,even when it's too sweet .
Hold my nose,whilst I tweet.Who are you? I'm just a sheep
Hell,no!I knows why any other fame is indiscreet.
I have only a solitary ghoul living with me but he is very sweet if lonely for his own kind.
So is there a love site for ghouls on the Web.Ghouls in love?
I said,Ghouls, not,fools
All the world is a love site for fools
Ghouls full of longing please apply to be rehomed with birds and bees
There was a hole full of tomorrows in Eden but they missed it with the big Apple
I saw all the horrors and skipped them till I was old enough which is now
I am a sole tactician with discretion and ammunition but no weapons except care full poems
He has a beer in the Mart and a lemon tart for his heart...... he wants to die suddenly in the pub garden with a playgirl from Page 3
Abandon Whips.Vote by Conscience... what,a  Revolution? I don't relieve you
All the bands on the ship went flat together.What a bit of luck!
All hands to the Quip...keep it smiling.
About your face... it's almost a poem in itself.Don't say a word!Say a sentence,
Above a board a bread knife hung.He wondered what to eat after that? I suppose the handle is wooden,he mused to himself.
Absence makes the heart grow longer but not much!
A face in the hole looked squashed but he recognized his partner,Jane.What a pain she was and no mistake.
He keeps his face up his sleeve.. it's his pet neurosis.He gives it all  his care and love..But is that wise, to love a neurosis?
Achilles heel was very sore.To be blunt,it killed him.Or permitted it.We all have our weak spots.Sometimes our whole being seems like a weak spot.In that case you need armour.. or amour as the French might suggest
An acid test is given to people who gossip.If they test positive,they are sent away to live in a green forest clearing brambles and nettles, with their bare hands.

Give me sunshine,give me rhyme

I love you till the end of time