WINE AND GATES
Coca-Cola And A Monkey Wrench Shouldn't?
delay of until
the sour reach of a younger Adam for a song
thought to wink, the salient art of jaundiced silver
in the talk of more, the silent haunt of a wrong
purpose beyond a penny
the rapture of delicious fate in the salt
of a risen conscience for the further Christianity
them in the confusion of doles to come, we knew the lion for faux
failing the sincerity test of a ghastly cringe of demons
the taste of banana's is a located nerve for the idea to serve
this history of sunlight is a relationship of days lemons
pride in your hand, silence of a golden cricket, and a plain to whirl
dancing with the same, in a price of dalliance
the hurry of due, is a place to think the world a chaste
war, in your sides, the take of yearning is again realliance
of a question to the fore, of a severe way to at last...
conclude dancing, the martyrs of sugar and hyssop wink
the further we select the tart, the merely in the sanity of an order
of a secret rendezvous with a many more thought for think
of courage to win, the seldom of a can in your face, to the sated word heard
we want milk to have a clock named for the home of God
we want the silk of mind and meter for a curiosity to confirm the nod
we want that light of reason to begin in the space of home to ode:
we want you to take your knee and ... play with the soul's that offered
the sour reach of a younger Adam for a song
thought to wink, the salient art of jaundiced silver
in the talk of more, the silent haunt of a wrong
purpose beyond a penny
the rapture of delicious fate in the salt
of a risen conscience for the further Christianity
them in the confusion of doles to come, we knew the lion for faux
failing the sincerity test of a ghastly cringe of demons
the taste of banana's is a located nerve for the idea to serve
this history of sunlight is a relationship of days lemons
pride in your hand, silence of a golden cricket, and a plain to whirl
dancing with the same, in a price of dalliance
the hurry of due, is a place to think the world a chaste
war, in your sides, the take of yearning is again realliance
of a question to the fore, of a severe way to at last...
conclude dancing, the martyrs of sugar and hyssop wink
the further we select the tart, the merely in the sanity of an order
of a secret rendezvous with a many more thought for think
of courage to win, the seldom of a can in your face, to the sated word heard
we want milk to have a clock named for the home of God
we want the silk of mind and meter for a curiosity to confirm the nod
we want that light of reason to begin in the space of home to ode:
we want you to take your knee and ... play with the soul's that offered
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Coca-Cola And A Monkey Wrench Shouldn`t?
Coca-Cola And A Monkey Wrench Shouldn`t?
