WINE AND GATES
Earning A Mark On The Pagentry Of Lifetimes
an odd party from a daughter
the tail of sincere truth, is your else bushed
the frank discussion of the other
the hardship of wishes in the welt of a rusted
she's asking pain...
she's in philosophy...
she's burdening a reign...
she's of a liberty...
the tour of succor for a classroom
my name is deviled, his are patient
the way to the head of the cruel
is a mistake in the toy chest, aging
he's masking tape...
he's in politic's...
he's burdening a rain...
he's of a puberty...
can not the theory of relativity be a shamed thought?
wasn't the janitor the better side of curiosity of a kid's purity?
doesn't the care of a package delivered have a crazy knot?
will the fork, be a joke in the end with a cheap swarthy?
inhaling the chalk, we all know the board for a song or two
I will not peak at the little girls in their underwear
the teacher suddenly interjects, is history of a lover or a crude...
the boy answer's, perhaps beans beans is a dry cherry...
bald as a cucumber
this man is a lucky breakfast
the taste of unction for a head and shoulder
is this milk for your table, or the mask?
the tail of sincere truth, is your else bushed
the frank discussion of the other
the hardship of wishes in the welt of a rusted
she's asking pain...
she's in philosophy...
she's burdening a reign...
she's of a liberty...
the tour of succor for a classroom
my name is deviled, his are patient
the way to the head of the cruel
is a mistake in the toy chest, aging
he's masking tape...
he's in politic's...
he's burdening a rain...
he's of a puberty...
can not the theory of relativity be a shamed thought?
wasn't the janitor the better side of curiosity of a kid's purity?
doesn't the care of a package delivered have a crazy knot?
will the fork, be a joke in the end with a cheap swarthy?
inhaling the chalk, we all know the board for a song or two
I will not peak at the little girls in their underwear
the teacher suddenly interjects, is history of a lover or a crude...
the boy answer's, perhaps beans beans is a dry cherry...
bald as a cucumber
this man is a lucky breakfast
the taste of unction for a head and shoulder
is this milk for your table, or the mask?
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Earning A Mark On The Pagentry Of Lifetimes
Earning A Mark On The Pagentry Of Lifetimes
