WINE AND GATES
Thinking beauty served crossed eyes...
taste of a wall?
thread for a sovereign stare?
tatters of a host that commits to all?
blindness and the treason of water in my way, a candor to care?
billy was a navel of sorts
the tommy of good intent showed due
johnny with his mercurial smile was a fish out of warts
ronny and the belch of rued control, said the turn of cheek, would
by the times, we all have a little more milk of human kindness then we can bear
the tongue of simplicity, with a hateful stare, knows true
being and or been, the scent of driven eyes to the full of fear
have the sense to collect a butterfly for damnations fruit
will a fly have the wills to cry?
does a thirsty snake like the better record on the bottom of the pool?
can a secret rendezvous with a bird say the advantage of a common house to lie?
so is a worm the tantrum of an age, the pout of courtesy in the mind of the cool?
you guessed it, even the dirt was...
the bid for complacency in the limelight of can't
is a thundering cloud with the prescience of a dust
perhaps history was starving, but food for a thought will wait, wan't
thread for a sovereign stare?
tatters of a host that commits to all?
blindness and the treason of water in my way, a candor to care?
billy was a navel of sorts
the tommy of good intent showed due
johnny with his mercurial smile was a fish out of warts
ronny and the belch of rued control, said the turn of cheek, would
by the times, we all have a little more milk of human kindness then we can bear
the tongue of simplicity, with a hateful stare, knows true
being and or been, the scent of driven eyes to the full of fear
have the sense to collect a butterfly for damnations fruit
will a fly have the wills to cry?
does a thirsty snake like the better record on the bottom of the pool?
can a secret rendezvous with a bird say the advantage of a common house to lie?
so is a worm the tantrum of an age, the pout of courtesy in the mind of the cool?
you guessed it, even the dirt was...
the bid for complacency in the limelight of can't
is a thundering cloud with the prescience of a dust
perhaps history was starving, but food for a thought will wait, wan't
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Thinking beauty served crossed eyes...
Thinking beauty served crossed eyes...