WINE AND GATES
Sunshine And Beer, Babies Named Celery, Paper
whether to beam, or not to work
temperatures rise when your a shadow of a brood
thankful knot's in the mirror, show us a lip to irk
brazen to fate, we collect a doll in the name of good
tents
and a light bulb known only as a guile
thunder and lightning of asked ancients
my boogers stink when sin is the smile in the mail
hamburger
and the wills of a youthful tenderer of pie
this acumen of bubbles and the good ship lily purpose
is this knuckle smelling like a tree climbed
crickets
at the cost of an honored America
time will spy, the sly on the bicycle city
them to end, the motivation of a new sated waste
father timed
limits to share, a hill of a silence
violence for the same, in an eye of lying
persuasion and the face of dragons, that get hints
why does a fish drink water when only pisces will due?
a hooker, with big hairy work of pink drawers in the storm
doing the laundry is for magic splashes, in the back of a comb
hate her? the toenails your smelling is a reach for the home
hair is the mystery, of a side of a muscle coming from the dragons
of a new territory for the hymns of cherubs and the seraphim of milk
does this all sound familiar? plastic in the sands of time, none
like fame if not the flames of jewelry, you are the stink
of a name from history, that has no place to go to, but the river styx
panic and see the passion of a wall in the paces, of a smile
yonder worth for a sign from heathen tin, this agony of pickles
is this family of perverts, ready to excuse a maggot from the pile?
had like a soul in the rain, we remember the style of a nose
to clear the sands of crying, for a naked season to know, the stars
remind, us, the honor in searching for a flower to give, to those
is but a havoc of senility in the shame of another word with harmed eggs in stares
temperatures rise when your a shadow of a brood
thankful knot's in the mirror, show us a lip to irk
brazen to fate, we collect a doll in the name of good
tents
and a light bulb known only as a guile
thunder and lightning of asked ancients
my boogers stink when sin is the smile in the mail
hamburger
and the wills of a youthful tenderer of pie
this acumen of bubbles and the good ship lily purpose
is this knuckle smelling like a tree climbed
crickets
at the cost of an honored America
time will spy, the sly on the bicycle city
them to end, the motivation of a new sated waste
father timed
limits to share, a hill of a silence
violence for the same, in an eye of lying
persuasion and the face of dragons, that get hints
why does a fish drink water when only pisces will due?
a hooker, with big hairy work of pink drawers in the storm
doing the laundry is for magic splashes, in the back of a comb
hate her? the toenails your smelling is a reach for the home
hair is the mystery, of a side of a muscle coming from the dragons
of a new territory for the hymns of cherubs and the seraphim of milk
does this all sound familiar? plastic in the sands of time, none
like fame if not the flames of jewelry, you are the stink
of a name from history, that has no place to go to, but the river styx
panic and see the passion of a wall in the paces, of a smile
yonder worth for a sign from heathen tin, this agony of pickles
is this family of perverts, ready to excuse a maggot from the pile?
had like a soul in the rain, we remember the style of a nose
to clear the sands of crying, for a naked season to know, the stars
remind, us, the honor in searching for a flower to give, to those
is but a havoc of senility in the shame of another word with harmed eggs in stares
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Sunshine And Beer, Babies Named Celery, Paper
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