Iord

Iord is I ored somewhere down the line in steel in iron. Iord is I spoke I speak I am complete. I think as a treat. My spokes have become sharp as I bark for I am nothing but a dog the husky of the Laird on a jog across landmasses as they pass I am have become a bard of the hard coming on marred. My books are dissertation pieces proving the words we choose have come from our hometowns and not the Latin. As I research the evidence builds of a hijacking in meaning in phonetic clones and subverted innuendo. I trace history I trace man I trace psychology and I trace science as a complete logical combine piece. I might be tracing time.