Ribosomes

Corns and lima bean suffer, as does succotash in the beseeching rain. Beseeched rain never stops and I'm giving up overcoats for Lent. Walking out into the ether saloon, sleety rays of moonshine breath blowing. The curtains match the drapes. There are certain grapes but I am red/green colorblind. I see traffic lights: high light means stop and low means go and Christmas is totally colorbland. Can you be deaf to only some sounds?

My guru is a gnu, a mountain goat. A zephyr among peasant animals, rooting for rutabagas in the neon jungle. Beards make even the goatiest-looking creatures look distinguished.