WINE AND GATES

Why Pickles And Baby Should Gaiety (?!?)

river of slight
cage of tigers that know it
furor of purity, to question the piety
of a calmer day, the role of victims

painted houses
the road to the backyard, a saner time
the rue of candor in our Fausts
the devil and the naked flower to rhyme

picked with glee
glued with patience
to purple eyes to glaze
the coming apocalypse

Adam roled in his grace
vexed with a hand, the turn of events
is a lip with the experience of space
this head and egg, know ahead for an edge...

think buttons
the child of dough and sung...
the breast of show, and the art of muttons
this heart of liberty among


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Why Pickles And Baby Should Gaiety (?!?)

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