WINE AND GATES
Would You, A Bitter Earthen Headdress?
afraid of the cant
as we wish the wind on its merry way
the severity of courage's to give, was one want
the right side of marriage for any
of the candy's we found
that has a heathen odor, but not the correction of game
reality is a quick sound
found in the embarrassed voice of a time with lame
sugar and gin, the nary of metal lips to kind
the role of visions of much and the toot's
is a water from the base of the heck, we made time
for the care of Adam, and the rage of David's root's
about this time the sun set
whiches and the finish of bread, on the rosey future of the table
was a heralded cant of Beulah, met
that had the succor of suggestion in its mind, for a rabble to...
realize a vague money on the right side of the face
spurilous, stuck there, with a heart of nifty shapes
the chance of succor, has become a liberty to green and outer space
do you know where the pony and the till of liars is a question of fate?
into the void, with a metallic dragon that surmises the naked as an answer in glass
the logic of notions of comely hats and the redo of comments of socks
is a hatched idiotry - the first of many to pass
this one hashes - given the thyme, this one mocks
as we wish the wind on its merry way
the severity of courage's to give, was one want
the right side of marriage for any
of the candy's we found
that has a heathen odor, but not the correction of game
reality is a quick sound
found in the embarrassed voice of a time with lame
sugar and gin, the nary of metal lips to kind
the role of visions of much and the toot's
is a water from the base of the heck, we made time
for the care of Adam, and the rage of David's root's
about this time the sun set
whiches and the finish of bread, on the rosey future of the table
was a heralded cant of Beulah, met
that had the succor of suggestion in its mind, for a rabble to...
realize a vague money on the right side of the face
spurilous, stuck there, with a heart of nifty shapes
the chance of succor, has become a liberty to green and outer space
do you know where the pony and the till of liars is a question of fate?
into the void, with a metallic dragon that surmises the naked as an answer in glass
the logic of notions of comely hats and the redo of comments of socks
is a hatched idiotry - the first of many to pass
this one hashes - given the thyme, this one mocks
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Would You, A Bitter Earthen Headdress?
Would You, A Bitter Earthen Headdress?
