WINE AND GATES

Ed Said Read Kid Lead Dead Method, Chump

pourer than you
the salt it took, to know glue
this winking march of poon
the tart terror of a gun, in a sandy cue:

ought
the nature of a music with a bit of a squeeze
the rook for the cattle in the bring of a song, rotten
the teeth of courage are with a bride that see's...

music that told you to be
the kind of nature of countryman that have a strict...
the luck of fire and the tradition of a face that has we'd
this is your muscle, dick

nice to ginger, faith to an absinthe
the tried match, for a quiet anniversary of knotty...
that purpose under heaven, is a ship in the skinny
the wind is still blotting...

diarrhea for a fat head, the wink from the window
is a quaint tale of nectar perplexment with a goat
lets sea the neglect of a wash with a little bowl...
why does this taste like a sincere choice in the boast?

a poisoned mouse...
a chance with an egg to live in the share...
a captured in oil, kitty about the house...
a turn with the trash, that has a carrot to...


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