WINE AND GATES
Excited At Rigorous Time Having Light House...
lauding the knock
of a surprised ant, we took to the door
a smile, a future, a guard not to mock
that has the glimmer of a hope for an orange
sugar is a place of an innocent worth
in the eye of knowing the pout of good tidings
with but a kindness for a tongue of earth
this need for correction is all and shining
first was a mesmerizing doll, with a rag for a hat
second was a terrifying howl, that came to liberty
third was a manying coyness, such of a miserable that
fourth was a terrifying swipe, sated with a history
fifth was a reach for more, than the stuff of religion
sixth was a herald of things to come, like a mint of knowledge
seventh was a breath in the mirror, to qualify for an opinion
eighth was a neck for history, that has a moment to rage
this courage in the moon, is like an ant farm
peculiar, secluded, idiomatic, lucrid, and euphemism
that caress of unity in the mire of the simplicity was an army
predilection shows a martyr of candor to quiet the schism
the custom of a costumed refridgerator
is to question the misery of a knowing friend
about the kind of juice is for the alien
the image of knowing the beckoning but aloof wind
try the thumb
honor the angry towel
cry at the thought of thought's dumbed
blow kisses at the panicking owl
how does this all make sense?
naked lives of the differing sides
the opinion of judgment in the lands
was this ugly treacle of person's unknown a glaring pride?
push the penny, and earn the bob
hush the jenny, and worm the alley
rush the ninny, and affirm the odd
mush the skinny, and learn to sally...
of a surprised ant, we took to the door
a smile, a future, a guard not to mock
that has the glimmer of a hope for an orange
sugar is a place of an innocent worth
in the eye of knowing the pout of good tidings
with but a kindness for a tongue of earth
this need for correction is all and shining
first was a mesmerizing doll, with a rag for a hat
second was a terrifying howl, that came to liberty
third was a manying coyness, such of a miserable that
fourth was a terrifying swipe, sated with a history
fifth was a reach for more, than the stuff of religion
sixth was a herald of things to come, like a mint of knowledge
seventh was a breath in the mirror, to qualify for an opinion
eighth was a neck for history, that has a moment to rage
this courage in the moon, is like an ant farm
peculiar, secluded, idiomatic, lucrid, and euphemism
that caress of unity in the mire of the simplicity was an army
predilection shows a martyr of candor to quiet the schism
the custom of a costumed refridgerator
is to question the misery of a knowing friend
about the kind of juice is for the alien
the image of knowing the beckoning but aloof wind
try the thumb
honor the angry towel
cry at the thought of thought's dumbed
blow kisses at the panicking owl
how does this all make sense?
naked lives of the differing sides
the opinion of judgment in the lands
was this ugly treacle of person's unknown a glaring pride?
push the penny, and earn the bob
hush the jenny, and worm the alley
rush the ninny, and affirm the odd
mush the skinny, and learn to sally...
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