WINE AND GATES
Many School Lions, Know The Risques
allow a nuance
the talk of a mean mouthed town
more than bells in the air, to remind a soul to chance
the meeting of delirium with a realization of a frown
bells make lovers sing in the shower
bells realize the miracle of birth like an echo
bells show the land to the young, for the pursuit of powers
bells slow the grace of motives in the said lips to seed owe
and then a meal was eaten
the chairs in fine rows, to detail a liberty in method and morsel
the cringe of those, the crime of these, beaten
to a fine haze of distances to the silence of means, which no one can tell
ease of a dismal breeze, in the reclining of my hand
this is the dissuasion, if not the persuasion of a fickle remains
of a nary do well need for sincerity to be, the journey for the land
and the legend of suggestion to find, the pride in the stead of aims
and then everyone agreed
edges of worst will note the thanks of a blind man, in the craft of kitchens and their singing
where even the sanity of a poke and pinch is to be circumspect, to a fault in heed
about the times in a huntsman's eye, the sight of need is always the future to bring ...
here is a handful of fruit, with a name for the speed of a lip
made for the heart to like the sight of sharing the world for a seek
then in the sides of hunger we remember to know for needy minds, a hippocracy
worth the smell of feet, in the distinct direction of another rage of the meek
the talk of a mean mouthed town
more than bells in the air, to remind a soul to chance
the meeting of delirium with a realization of a frown
bells make lovers sing in the shower
bells realize the miracle of birth like an echo
bells show the land to the young, for the pursuit of powers
bells slow the grace of motives in the said lips to seed owe
and then a meal was eaten
the chairs in fine rows, to detail a liberty in method and morsel
the cringe of those, the crime of these, beaten
to a fine haze of distances to the silence of means, which no one can tell
ease of a dismal breeze, in the reclining of my hand
this is the dissuasion, if not the persuasion of a fickle remains
of a nary do well need for sincerity to be, the journey for the land
and the legend of suggestion to find, the pride in the stead of aims
and then everyone agreed
edges of worst will note the thanks of a blind man, in the craft of kitchens and their singing
where even the sanity of a poke and pinch is to be circumspect, to a fault in heed
about the times in a huntsman's eye, the sight of need is always the future to bring ...
here is a handful of fruit, with a name for the speed of a lip
made for the heart to like the sight of sharing the world for a seek
then in the sides of hunger we remember to know for needy minds, a hippocracy
worth the smell of feet, in the distinct direction of another rage of the meek
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Many School Lions, Know The Risques
Many School Lions, Know The Risques
