WINE AND GATES
Trite If Fangs, For A New Yet Old Days Odd Real
days gone by
many names for a life
kisses and hugs to a spry
the tooth in the days of strife
money to lose
the taste of usual suspects in the paper
for a questioned face in front of kind's nose
this carrot to dangle, is a reasonable favor?
the talk of the town
in our shell of a village, the knock of merit
on the door of courage found, to be a loving
the answered sigh, is one to keep a forest?
angry?
thinking the beauty of a silence?
their deafness to a here and seeking?
money wished in your smile, for a worth and a credence
where the flowers have names for each other...
the cant of unity a pet shows for a bit of butter
a savage eye in the curses of a lank hair to bother
the teeth of dreams in the end of dares, to complete utterly
a rhyme from a lone rage, pickles and snot
make the knocking a herald of sincerity, for the more
we are all aloosed on the page in the wind, to defend a lot
this is your honor, a bone that said the day of violence to war...
butt of a joke from a sterling star in your path
one night, the teeth come to play in the dirt, looking for an earthworm
therefore what is more important, patience or a prayer hath?
the answer lies with you, to keep a better man's poor...
many names for a life
kisses and hugs to a spry
the tooth in the days of strife
money to lose
the taste of usual suspects in the paper
for a questioned face in front of kind's nose
this carrot to dangle, is a reasonable favor?
the talk of the town
in our shell of a village, the knock of merit
on the door of courage found, to be a loving
the answered sigh, is one to keep a forest?
angry?
thinking the beauty of a silence?
their deafness to a here and seeking?
money wished in your smile, for a worth and a credence
where the flowers have names for each other...
the cant of unity a pet shows for a bit of butter
a savage eye in the curses of a lank hair to bother
the teeth of dreams in the end of dares, to complete utterly
a rhyme from a lone rage, pickles and snot
make the knocking a herald of sincerity, for the more
we are all aloosed on the page in the wind, to defend a lot
this is your honor, a bone that said the day of violence to war...
butt of a joke from a sterling star in your path
one night, the teeth come to play in the dirt, looking for an earthworm
therefore what is more important, patience or a prayer hath?
the answer lies with you, to keep a better man's poor...
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Trite If Fangs, For A New Yet Old Days Odd Real
Trite If Fangs, For A New Yet Old Days Odd Real
