WINE AND GATES
Pickin' A Fish Out Of Your Teeth, Isn't Shannon?
history in your ease, punch
epistolary for a song mellow, angels
ordeals of common enough please, months
until the nerves come of age, smell
these are the days, of a talking bird
signatures of call, to the overwhelming size
of a courage for the nourished now, neglect was a word
in the folds of time, for the silence of a lip that trite
tin to win, the may to order the wind
in the style of similarity, to a song thought once marvelous
secondly, the method of a brat of solutions and kin
the math to be kind combed for a chance with a new destiny
fruit in the sulk of hereafter
the change of seasons into a spectacular frost
is your image for the dining table, on the wet and the golden rapture
the pain of a sudden milestone in the gravy, has
penny for your haute's
couldn't the sitting duck of slice and device of pie, be a friend
the nature of piety is made in the overture of misery to finish, the odd
we collected a coin for you indeed, the salt of surmiseal in the curve, if not the bend
automobiles with fangs, if not twelve inch tongues
blind to the since, we know the love of another callous shape, in the gravity of mists
the hardened heart, and not the lucre of sides of choices for heed among
psychopath's with a redress in the bath, should inform the world of a patient each
epistolary for a song mellow, angels
ordeals of common enough please, months
until the nerves come of age, smell
these are the days, of a talking bird
signatures of call, to the overwhelming size
of a courage for the nourished now, neglect was a word
in the folds of time, for the silence of a lip that trite
tin to win, the may to order the wind
in the style of similarity, to a song thought once marvelous
secondly, the method of a brat of solutions and kin
the math to be kind combed for a chance with a new destiny
fruit in the sulk of hereafter
the change of seasons into a spectacular frost
is your image for the dining table, on the wet and the golden rapture
the pain of a sudden milestone in the gravy, has
penny for your haute's
couldn't the sitting duck of slice and device of pie, be a friend
the nature of piety is made in the overture of misery to finish, the odd
we collected a coin for you indeed, the salt of surmiseal in the curve, if not the bend
automobiles with fangs, if not twelve inch tongues
blind to the since, we know the love of another callous shape, in the gravity of mists
the hardened heart, and not the lucre of sides of choices for heed among
psychopath's with a redress in the bath, should inform the world of a patient each
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Pickin` A Fish Out Of Your Teeth, Isn`t Shannon?
Pickin` A Fish Out Of Your Teeth, Isn`t Shannon?