WINE AND GATES

Dunder These Thunder Peas (piggy bank!)

crazy thom
the way we went out
in a buttered toast, and the cinnamon
a care of succors with the gout

that pink dress, ready to demon
instilled harmonicas and the ache of an ass in the rain
kind be a faerie, even in lemon
banana's are a welch, molting like the pain

this old steaming frog, this is your humility
the wish in the wind, do they have the caress of ages for a miracle
tiny rathers in the gathers of hiney, infinity
suggests the treachery of lightning to form a mouth into a kill

this sweet and smart smile of the knowing earth
har is the word of the wishes you define
the traitor of a lip and the gall to birth
we make a treasure out of the purchase of wine

but in the sense of a small tooth in the hay
we swish at the sword of a new skirt, of during is a herring in the wash
the future in you's eyes is many of fore, the merit of ok
perhaps hash o' brian
 


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