WINE AND GATES
Learning To Fish With A DoppleGanger?%B
striding with a stare
the total of a rich mercy in my mind
anger and said danger of men and women to fair
the river is the place of hurry and certain rhyme
milk for a questioning ring
the power to defend the chaste
the walls of comfort in the taste of stone and a frequent thing
religion of a wave, the stave of unity in our grasp; the toes of paste?
hasty and proud, the tell tale which of a unique meddling
is otherwise occupied, the tryst of glue, water and oil
tarry with a tree, the feet of sanity suggest the bidding
of a true tradition of meant, this is not the mind of lucre of the soil...
what have we come to, early but fully needed truth's?
somewhere under the rainbow, the sound of youth's is a wage to be learned
the salt of mention for the convention, of religious couth's
the sacred pace of yearning for the master of the hill burned
for a fruit of conscience and the act of judgment of a pale star
the way of pluck here is overwhelming, the tripe of senses to qualm
for a silent urge to breed with the seed of fright, that has the poise of, har
the prayer of summation, is a question to the finish of learning to fall...
such a dumb excuse, for a sunshine...?
much the stupid thumb to begin here, with a mentioned plum...?
touch of the idiocy, that thinks the bloom is in a bottle of wine...?
curse of the buffoon's is so sweet, asked if the hair is ever parted over here, with a hum...?
alien rages in the northern sky, to place an order with a clown...
falling torment is the taste of a new shoe, the stars themselves agree, the fairer the music
of denegration, in the sate of generosity to form like a heart to pound
parasite teeth for surmised breeds of considered snow, is the show of a lunatic...
keys to the cookie jar, sugar in the judgment of green sleeves
that tool of love was a herald of new interest, is the passion of uncles
who saw a final push for what was a diatribe of conscience for heathen
heaven if a dutiful whole is found with a dole of simple love, will...
the total of a rich mercy in my mind
anger and said danger of men and women to fair
the river is the place of hurry and certain rhyme
milk for a questioning ring
the power to defend the chaste
the walls of comfort in the taste of stone and a frequent thing
religion of a wave, the stave of unity in our grasp; the toes of paste?
hasty and proud, the tell tale which of a unique meddling
is otherwise occupied, the tryst of glue, water and oil
tarry with a tree, the feet of sanity suggest the bidding
of a true tradition of meant, this is not the mind of lucre of the soil...
what have we come to, early but fully needed truth's?
somewhere under the rainbow, the sound of youth's is a wage to be learned
the salt of mention for the convention, of religious couth's
the sacred pace of yearning for the master of the hill burned
for a fruit of conscience and the act of judgment of a pale star
the way of pluck here is overwhelming, the tripe of senses to qualm
for a silent urge to breed with the seed of fright, that has the poise of, har
the prayer of summation, is a question to the finish of learning to fall...
such a dumb excuse, for a sunshine...?
much the stupid thumb to begin here, with a mentioned plum...?
touch of the idiocy, that thinks the bloom is in a bottle of wine...?
curse of the buffoon's is so sweet, asked if the hair is ever parted over here, with a hum...?
alien rages in the northern sky, to place an order with a clown...
falling torment is the taste of a new shoe, the stars themselves agree, the fairer the music
of denegration, in the sate of generosity to form like a heart to pound
parasite teeth for surmised breeds of considered snow, is the show of a lunatic...
keys to the cookie jar, sugar in the judgment of green sleeves
that tool of love was a herald of new interest, is the passion of uncles
who saw a final push for what was a diatribe of conscience for heathen
heaven if a dutiful whole is found with a dole of simple love, will...
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Learning To Fish With A DoppleGanger?%B
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