WINE AND GATES

Dew Tree's Punish The Thought Of The...

jaw
this remnant of fruit
is a courage a history to law?
the foot of games is a lucre

the reason of youth
to quell a shade of doubts that hate
is your face said or head, the couth
said to head, we make sate

asleep at the we'll
the smile of guesses and messes
does our favorite monkey have a bell?
this is the times, this is the redress...

of a care in the wind
a thought to quicken in the stead of God
is care a force to can, that has to bend
the stay of unity, is a collective rod

then with a boot to toot
the rhyme of the ancient mariner comes true
is a wake of your need, a harrowed coot
the laugh of demand in its longevity as a concern is due

was a hair a place to practice vinegar and egg suicides?
is a pace of Israel, the turn of mercy in the way we coincide?
does a face know the cant in a heathen stride?
can a placated friend wear the suggestion of religion to a side?

smacked b*tt
and the thought of cyanide in the care of an ingenuine mouth
the time is with us, like a love
do you know the sea for a million to won, audacity?


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