WINE AND GATES
Dirty Neighbor's And The Knock Of The Fate's
do me a solid
truth of my belly, for the right
of a tree that has a lollipop
the taste of could, is a havoc to whiten...
the cloth, the tooth, the cloud
memory served, gum was an arse, senses knick
where have the poises of daisies been, proud
this cheek to pull, is wisdom a curious cricket?
pushed brooms that know your name...
cushiony chairs that keep the calendar at Friday the 13th...
angry shoes of venture for the king of games...
tokens of nurturing knots, the lucre of rotting teeth...
patient little dragon
where the clocks of heaven have chimed
my craving for new wine in the flagon
has become a nation of fruit sorted and shiny
when does it all end?
that pride or a snide that says the question of a ragged stop?
of conscience in the rain, of a doll on fire to offend?
was not his whistle meant for all, a delicate season to drop?
pink is your powers that be
tried with a sip of coffee, the notion to excel is a loved key
turns with the best of apples, the right to answers in the avarice's heat
with a bloody eye, with another country's flag, the nightmare is a weapon
truth of my belly, for the right
of a tree that has a lollipop
the taste of could, is a havoc to whiten...
the cloth, the tooth, the cloud
memory served, gum was an arse, senses knick
where have the poises of daisies been, proud
this cheek to pull, is wisdom a curious cricket?
pushed brooms that know your name...
cushiony chairs that keep the calendar at Friday the 13th...
angry shoes of venture for the king of games...
tokens of nurturing knots, the lucre of rotting teeth...
patient little dragon
where the clocks of heaven have chimed
my craving for new wine in the flagon
has become a nation of fruit sorted and shiny
when does it all end?
that pride or a snide that says the question of a ragged stop?
of conscience in the rain, of a doll on fire to offend?
was not his whistle meant for all, a delicate season to drop?
pink is your powers that be
tried with a sip of coffee, the notion to excel is a loved key
turns with the best of apples, the right to answers in the avarice's heat
with a bloody eye, with another country's flag, the nightmare is a weapon
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Dirty Neighbor`s And The Knock Of The Fate`s
Dirty Neighbor`s And The Knock Of The Fate`s
