WINE AND GATES

Bottled Feathers, Pickles And A Rosey...

judge the scotch
turky is at the drive in
with a bunny to hatch
the clarity was made to know, the pinch

these dopey's think seven dates
you are a lucifer of change
the roar of a leper is where we hates?
bugs thinks it a stranger...

jump to the restaurant
we still the villain for memory on the raspberry
think idiot, the truth is in the western front
hunted for the ashes, worry

who donuts the nature of a cancer?
the stranger in the crass librarian of verse
the pout to come, is with a liver
onions to serve...

final curtain
the kindness of a baited hook
is where we are a flirtin'
that much we jane...

toil etc...
the frustration of an evil birdhouse
is sweet, the frog was pez
notice the ...


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