WINE AND GATES
The Tools In The Pie, Not The Cake...(iota)
pink was my eye
in indian rubs and the right to eclectic hinds
the laugh of sincere culture is on the spying
of a metallic device from the southwest, rhymes
the toil of angels and devils with a mark to meet
the rhyme was for chides of guarantee's, and the made oatmeal
of juice in the poise of neglect, we make up in the saliva, it
the thanks goes to the joke about the force of your average Bethlehem
a church on my elbow, the zealot of curses in the dragon's liberty?
for the mailman to Hyde and Jekyll, the foundation of a novice
to the table, was a fable of fruit in the essence of an economy?
this grandmother thinks the lemonade has a bit too much booze
catsup will cost you a dimpled troglodyte...
radishes will cost you a simplified Hippocratic government...
cabbage will cost you the smoke on the toilet...
nutmeg will cost you a landlord in the dental office, with your dentures...
this is dirty, this antacid
maybe ice cream and the bland stereotype of a quick devil
is a patient owl, the cat jumped the pied piper
think summatious, and you have a certain act of evil...
whoth done yonder philosophy said the giant, the terror of a phone
the tradition of fools in the way of cereal
here is your book, the stipend of fruit in the home
perhaps now its time for a berry to heal...
time in the river said a soul of gold
rhymes in the timber, said a few more whistles of silver
the prayer of decency to a fish, said the nature of a bronzing role
time to the side, the future in your eyes, is a place of myriad leather...
in indian rubs and the right to eclectic hinds
the laugh of sincere culture is on the spying
of a metallic device from the southwest, rhymes
the toil of angels and devils with a mark to meet
the rhyme was for chides of guarantee's, and the made oatmeal
of juice in the poise of neglect, we make up in the saliva, it
the thanks goes to the joke about the force of your average Bethlehem
a church on my elbow, the zealot of curses in the dragon's liberty?
for the mailman to Hyde and Jekyll, the foundation of a novice
to the table, was a fable of fruit in the essence of an economy?
this grandmother thinks the lemonade has a bit too much booze
catsup will cost you a dimpled troglodyte...
radishes will cost you a simplified Hippocratic government...
cabbage will cost you the smoke on the toilet...
nutmeg will cost you a landlord in the dental office, with your dentures...
this is dirty, this antacid
maybe ice cream and the bland stereotype of a quick devil
is a patient owl, the cat jumped the pied piper
think summatious, and you have a certain act of evil...
whoth done yonder philosophy said the giant, the terror of a phone
the tradition of fools in the way of cereal
here is your book, the stipend of fruit in the home
perhaps now its time for a berry to heal...
time in the river said a soul of gold
rhymes in the timber, said a few more whistles of silver
the prayer of decency to a fish, said the nature of a bronzing role
time to the side, the future in your eyes, is a place of myriad leather...
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The Tools In The Pie, Not The Cake...(iota)
The Tools In The Pie, Not The Cake...(iota)