WINE AND GATES
The wool is clover, now...
treasure a merry soul
one with a raisin under his lip,to show the wine
which is good in an ear, though the carrots get old
which brings up a meager complaint of duplicity, are we tomorrows shrine
to humility, which of course married the pluses and the minuses
of a chance in mathematics that care enough to equal the day, Adam
may a handful of grain say the obvious, and with a smile sinuses
shall come to summation with a caring glee, just mad at them
but today is a new day
with its shoes firmly attired, we wait on the purpose under heaven
that has a qualm and a quaint wish to say
does this rag with a little pepper smell heathen
perhaps some more wine?
what do you think, i'm made of ... whoops
well at least the coughing and the sneezing amounted to the sly
heres a coin, aren't we a merry token of luck, soup
one with a raisin under his lip,to show the wine
which is good in an ear, though the carrots get old
which brings up a meager complaint of duplicity, are we tomorrows shrine
to humility, which of course married the pluses and the minuses
of a chance in mathematics that care enough to equal the day, Adam
may a handful of grain say the obvious, and with a smile sinuses
shall come to summation with a caring glee, just mad at them
but today is a new day
with its shoes firmly attired, we wait on the purpose under heaven
that has a qualm and a quaint wish to say
does this rag with a little pepper smell heathen
perhaps some more wine?
what do you think, i'm made of ... whoops
well at least the coughing and the sneezing amounted to the sly
heres a coin, aren't we a merry token of luck, soup
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The wool is clover, now...
The wool is clover, now...
