WINE AND GATES
How To Win At Puker In Satan Days(My Milk)
that will be nuff
this will a heart in shuff
these is a lip to remember the stuff
those is a care to bluff ...
charted in the airs of the sea
a sailfish will leave the battle of aristocraces
the bate of the day will be a fleet...
this is the tuna on the faces
confusion and the hook of a harlot
the watch in the meadow with a grace to live by a flower
powered by the grace of the sun, the back room was hot
this is the tooth of which in the wind makes us a dour...
had like a lion in the need of a haystack
sad was a here to the fore, the neglect of misery to confirm any
the try of days was the return of a wax
some people are, the strange shape of the future of many
what are we saying, "to an apple of marriage that grew with the days?"
the total of searching and murder is ours for a song
and yet we have, not the soul of earth and the angenue of the grape
the tradition of spices and the measure of need, is a lip of heed among
have you a noticed in the well about five oclock?
tatters of condition with a merciful woman in toe, have sincerity
to give the speed of caution, which is about that of a rock
virginity...
this will a heart in shuff
these is a lip to remember the stuff
those is a care to bluff ...
charted in the airs of the sea
a sailfish will leave the battle of aristocraces
the bate of the day will be a fleet...
this is the tuna on the faces
confusion and the hook of a harlot
the watch in the meadow with a grace to live by a flower
powered by the grace of the sun, the back room was hot
this is the tooth of which in the wind makes us a dour...
had like a lion in the need of a haystack
sad was a here to the fore, the neglect of misery to confirm any
the try of days was the return of a wax
some people are, the strange shape of the future of many
what are we saying, "to an apple of marriage that grew with the days?"
the total of searching and murder is ours for a song
and yet we have, not the soul of earth and the angenue of the grape
the tradition of spices and the measure of need, is a lip of heed among
have you a noticed in the well about five oclock?
tatters of condition with a merciful woman in toe, have sincerity
to give the speed of caution, which is about that of a rock
virginity...
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How To Win At Puker In Satan Days(My Milk)
How To Win At Puker In Satan Days(My Milk)
