WINE AND GATES
Truer Words Never Her, Took A Nap...
passed to the baby?
the wailing eyes of hours until beds are made
the lucky savagery of judged cope, in a way having
the time of its life, the marriage of demand and the dependency, of shades...
to live with a falling heart, weary?
the candor you recognize, the shape of duty in the norm
the passion it took to make the new the right to live in more, scared
of solace and the doles of needs seen, the baby has a lucky home
where the miles are ours to know, the vaguery of a just and musty life
clamor and same house as will, the oddness of neglect is many in folds?
of creation seen for a simpler step than the soul of hustle and hurry to hi
this angel of yours is a rallying habit in saved dreams and the moment of when to hold
show to go, in the fame others, the shape of dimly kept and sour here, tart
was the miscue of names driven made, in our laps and thought to haps that is
a heart of foil and or foible to garner a new token of duty in questions of honor and its art
do you smile when opening a can backwards in the rain, like secret admirer's do if asked?
no
and a boot in the passing
where have all the youthful rainbows gone, when I tell the truth to owe?
can this singing bird with a moment has...
yes
avid asked yet, the nature of kingdom come in love or in habit
the wink of unity to cleanse and defend for a simple wiley guest
to the table of exactly that, the next of certainty to collect any party to the west
maybe...?
in the thought of yearning and yet, the toil of liberty in a cause
seen twice, yet somehow is sweeter than not, the talk of duty to a triumphed lip and its me
given the time of day, these kindred of nifty said, had better move the tea to sighed saying...
the wailing eyes of hours until beds are made
the lucky savagery of judged cope, in a way having
the time of its life, the marriage of demand and the dependency, of shades...
to live with a falling heart, weary?
the candor you recognize, the shape of duty in the norm
the passion it took to make the new the right to live in more, scared
of solace and the doles of needs seen, the baby has a lucky home
where the miles are ours to know, the vaguery of a just and musty life
clamor and same house as will, the oddness of neglect is many in folds?
of creation seen for a simpler step than the soul of hustle and hurry to hi
this angel of yours is a rallying habit in saved dreams and the moment of when to hold
show to go, in the fame others, the shape of dimly kept and sour here, tart
was the miscue of names driven made, in our laps and thought to haps that is
a heart of foil and or foible to garner a new token of duty in questions of honor and its art
do you smile when opening a can backwards in the rain, like secret admirer's do if asked?
no
and a boot in the passing
where have all the youthful rainbows gone, when I tell the truth to owe?
can this singing bird with a moment has...
yes
avid asked yet, the nature of kingdom come in love or in habit
the wink of unity to cleanse and defend for a simple wiley guest
to the table of exactly that, the next of certainty to collect any party to the west
maybe...?
in the thought of yearning and yet, the toil of liberty in a cause
seen twice, yet somehow is sweeter than not, the talk of duty to a triumphed lip and its me
given the time of day, these kindred of nifty said, had better move the tea to sighed saying...
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Truer Words Never Her, Took A Nap...
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