WINE AND GATES
The Chimps Of 1313 Mockingbird Lately
pound the period
in a handsome mans hand, the quiet reach of a daisy
the future of speed, is your point in the hearing
that did in the road, the sun is guaranteed lazy
the tooth of frowns and the make of excellency
the sweet mint in your tea, is your nose of a fruit
in the care of another belch, the pursuit of decency
they took the honey to lords on the moon, for a sooth
saving the march of time
in the nose, with a boot...
the passage on the passionate rhymes
is your face so scared that we don't count
a shadow of a doubt, for a lunch meat
that combed its hair, fig newton
the which of mystery ... eat
the curiosity of your honey
to hush a troglodyte
give the frickin' sea shell
too, the night of the living Aphrodite
witch of cooze, you took a smell...
to push a traffic to the max
that ear in a sour grapes is a hurt
the rest of the highway is up on jacks
think, is this the logic of a ...
time for a moldy finger
the laugh is on your knee, the touch of clouds
in the being, the tell tale sense of windy mores to liquor
is a farce of Nathan, the heart that allowed...
in a handsome mans hand, the quiet reach of a daisy
the future of speed, is your point in the hearing
that did in the road, the sun is guaranteed lazy
the tooth of frowns and the make of excellency
the sweet mint in your tea, is your nose of a fruit
in the care of another belch, the pursuit of decency
they took the honey to lords on the moon, for a sooth
saving the march of time
in the nose, with a boot...
the passage on the passionate rhymes
is your face so scared that we don't count
a shadow of a doubt, for a lunch meat
that combed its hair, fig newton
the which of mystery ... eat
the curiosity of your honey
to hush a troglodyte
give the frickin' sea shell
too, the night of the living Aphrodite
witch of cooze, you took a smell...
to push a traffic to the max
that ear in a sour grapes is a hurt
the rest of the highway is up on jacks
think, is this the logic of a ...
time for a moldy finger
the laugh is on your knee, the touch of clouds
in the being, the tell tale sense of windy mores to liquor
is a farce of Nathan, the heart that allowed...
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The Chimps Of 1313 Mockingbird Lately
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