WINE AND GATES
A Mole And A Handsome Doctor Walk Into A Bar
history to the day
in lore's appetite to shiver too soon
the mind of duty for an hour more, the special with the ley
if to proper count and purplonce in right and said, could...?
penny for your thoughts, the miracle of yearning to know
the capability of choice, in the many
to find the future, for a sanity of salt and habit in owe
implied taste, and hearts of ash put to sigh's, this fear is uncanny
ecstasy to the kiss, entity to the rub, and agony to the few
well is the knowing of an egg, the tarter the sound of heathen
if ever the sense of chances in the lie, of doles and purpose in who
time with a tender guise for you, is a rational to select more to entertain
washed or steamed a fight wants to know, the poise of decency to collect another
in the prayers of cope to the neglect of urges that are the news
the waiting and the sating of courage for another cup of coffee, to openly other
well to severer tensions and the myth of tongues to limb, the rhyme of dues...
chaste, my hindsight, for the moments until the smell of power, is and dissuades
becomes the naked entourage, of problems with sin and its habit of house
to collect a nose and the fury of compromise to select a halting star, in these ways
do we know a face or a façade to glean, the mystery of a needy one, that has become the now?
do you deny me for a shoe or a shape in the night?
well to do and bothered with the language of superstition, must to us and the dreams we make
the salt in your side, and the veins of your soul are meant for a lucre to begin, to seek sight
remember your adages and the hark of babbles to question a hole for the sanity of earthen sake
life is a shadow here, come to its own adding and hadding the muse of tears, for a way
of senses made to correct themselves, and hand the news to a lover in truth, to keep
the fascination of senses that is ours, to realize the mercy of tissue and issue elect, say
upon this stone, the might of nuance in our stead, for we are the spirits of days to seek
in lore's appetite to shiver too soon
the mind of duty for an hour more, the special with the ley
if to proper count and purplonce in right and said, could...?
penny for your thoughts, the miracle of yearning to know
the capability of choice, in the many
to find the future, for a sanity of salt and habit in owe
implied taste, and hearts of ash put to sigh's, this fear is uncanny
ecstasy to the kiss, entity to the rub, and agony to the few
well is the knowing of an egg, the tarter the sound of heathen
if ever the sense of chances in the lie, of doles and purpose in who
time with a tender guise for you, is a rational to select more to entertain
washed or steamed a fight wants to know, the poise of decency to collect another
in the prayers of cope to the neglect of urges that are the news
the waiting and the sating of courage for another cup of coffee, to openly other
well to severer tensions and the myth of tongues to limb, the rhyme of dues...
chaste, my hindsight, for the moments until the smell of power, is and dissuades
becomes the naked entourage, of problems with sin and its habit of house
to collect a nose and the fury of compromise to select a halting star, in these ways
do we know a face or a façade to glean, the mystery of a needy one, that has become the now?
do you deny me for a shoe or a shape in the night?
well to do and bothered with the language of superstition, must to us and the dreams we make
the salt in your side, and the veins of your soul are meant for a lucre to begin, to seek sight
remember your adages and the hark of babbles to question a hole for the sanity of earthen sake
life is a shadow here, come to its own adding and hadding the muse of tears, for a way
of senses made to correct themselves, and hand the news to a lover in truth, to keep
the fascination of senses that is ours, to realize the mercy of tissue and issue elect, say
upon this stone, the might of nuance in our stead, for we are the spirits of days to seek
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A Mole And A Handsome Doctor Walk Into A Bar
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