WINE AND GATES
Poor Enough To Ask Lettin' One In Need Kiss
select the danger
of a child with a spoon
and know the caring of a king, the singer...
in your mirror is a walking and talking buffoon
Delilah and the stone of Samson, we know this butter
the trite reasons of cordial, lips
isn't the dog of war you mention, a father
with a clue, the truer the Edomite, the more we sip
the shape of an apple with a solution in gray skies
thinking the bird without a daring, the share of opinion
is a place of companions and the share of copious lies
the silly way you complete the safety of a liberated lion?
I agree totally, but her's are a singing one...
where is the patience of ages for a simple man?
even if a violence makes the days of sullen sorts come
your shout, your house, your ordeal in complacency is a secret to another...?
now's the time for a monkey and his dreams
her personality in the care of essence and the skirting wishes that knew the crease
of a lip for the care of what has a shadow for a swim
in the still of a fearless more, the safety of kings depends upon dried teas...
also
altogether a perfect silence on the tip of the tongue
sugar is a bright idea in the throes...
of a hour with cope, that says the heart of a loving...
one final note from a demon of sincerity in the fringe of society
life for the heat, lists for the heathen, lions for the hereafter
know the count of a stream by the city, of a chin in the sobriety
your charity here, is a ball in the way of your only laughter...
of a child with a spoon
and know the caring of a king, the singer...
in your mirror is a walking and talking buffoon
Delilah and the stone of Samson, we know this butter
the trite reasons of cordial, lips
isn't the dog of war you mention, a father
with a clue, the truer the Edomite, the more we sip
the shape of an apple with a solution in gray skies
thinking the bird without a daring, the share of opinion
is a place of companions and the share of copious lies
the silly way you complete the safety of a liberated lion?
I agree totally, but her's are a singing one...
where is the patience of ages for a simple man?
even if a violence makes the days of sullen sorts come
your shout, your house, your ordeal in complacency is a secret to another...?
now's the time for a monkey and his dreams
her personality in the care of essence and the skirting wishes that knew the crease
of a lip for the care of what has a shadow for a swim
in the still of a fearless more, the safety of kings depends upon dried teas...
also
altogether a perfect silence on the tip of the tongue
sugar is a bright idea in the throes...
of a hour with cope, that says the heart of a loving...
one final note from a demon of sincerity in the fringe of society
life for the heat, lists for the heathen, lions for the hereafter
know the count of a stream by the city, of a chin in the sobriety
your charity here, is a ball in the way of your only laughter...
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Poor Enough To Ask Lettin` One In Need Kiss
Poor Enough To Ask Lettin` One In Need Kiss