WINE AND GATES
This Isn't Nice, But Oil Terrorizes Chalk...?
wishes in their smarting psyche
whistles that attract a certain toe
sea to shining naive, is a future like...
the gait of a song in the anarchy of a ghost
boom?
and the stead of a harmony that has offered them cream
today is the favor of a knee, to save a bride and groom...
think the nose of a tea kettle is about to steam
that letter to saint nick, can this cup, which is full of bourbon and absinthe
set with oranges and paltry figs of the demon's tree by the creek
with a rope and a swing to give a letting sigh to the strict
accounted the dragon, we noted a lump of sympathy
coffee for a persistent charity, made to an angry mere
that ghost was a survived swimmer that lived to stare at a star
then in the Beulah of soon to be seen fury's of sugar
that we didn't build a fort...
this stare is a blinkin' at a city
when the councilled future of common hatred is still whole
the rage of youths to quit a babe that bit granny
in all a lore to the nose of a useful way to loan and to cope
here is a riddle from the daughters of honor they found to bee...
when does a flower sell soap, think the land a solid nope, and gives heed for a guy's joke?
the answer is still the face in the window and an aging cheese
try the other hand of a place in the light of a jaw broke
done with the flashlight, the trash devil to go out
the wisdom of a gain, was a hardy poke at a new town for the pain
a luck would have it, the fair was in to see the pout
of a silver bell to reign, just think you still have the tea or the ring
the answer is, who let a dumb bug have a gum
the ant swear's its the language of lipstick
the angry turtle neck suggested the roses give a hum
the toad says dynamite smells like Dracula finally found an audience...
so here is an eyeball on the subject
though we know the point of a yet unexplained burp in the night
the model of sincerity is to be found with an eye lash etc.
for a purring cat in the eaves, we gave a conscience might...
whistles that attract a certain toe
sea to shining naive, is a future like...
the gait of a song in the anarchy of a ghost
boom?
and the stead of a harmony that has offered them cream
today is the favor of a knee, to save a bride and groom...
think the nose of a tea kettle is about to steam
that letter to saint nick, can this cup, which is full of bourbon and absinthe
set with oranges and paltry figs of the demon's tree by the creek
with a rope and a swing to give a letting sigh to the strict
accounted the dragon, we noted a lump of sympathy
coffee for a persistent charity, made to an angry mere
that ghost was a survived swimmer that lived to stare at a star
then in the Beulah of soon to be seen fury's of sugar
that we didn't build a fort...
this stare is a blinkin' at a city
when the councilled future of common hatred is still whole
the rage of youths to quit a babe that bit granny
in all a lore to the nose of a useful way to loan and to cope
here is a riddle from the daughters of honor they found to bee...
when does a flower sell soap, think the land a solid nope, and gives heed for a guy's joke?
the answer is still the face in the window and an aging cheese
try the other hand of a place in the light of a jaw broke
done with the flashlight, the trash devil to go out
the wisdom of a gain, was a hardy poke at a new town for the pain
a luck would have it, the fair was in to see the pout
of a silver bell to reign, just think you still have the tea or the ring
the answer is, who let a dumb bug have a gum
the ant swear's its the language of lipstick
the angry turtle neck suggested the roses give a hum
the toad says dynamite smells like Dracula finally found an audience...
so here is an eyeball on the subject
though we know the point of a yet unexplained burp in the night
the model of sincerity is to be found with an eye lash etc.
for a purring cat in the eaves, we gave a conscience might...
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This Isn`t Nice, But Oil Terrorizes Chalk...?
This Isn`t Nice, But Oil Terrorizes Chalk...?
