WINE AND GATES
Lucre For A New Poke, Love For Now...
Happier to know, you
Thousand welcomes and the rise of unified
Cold shoulder's, to wizen at the touch, with all who's
Comes the shadow of concern, as if any man has a snide...
Places and tamed animals with a future...
Golden courses to seek the memory we reserve
To the shameful wishes before use, the right to curiosity
Of a laugh, no more than three paces, and a hell called healthy...
Pound the seldom, with its face for arrangement and taste
Save the cursing for when we get there, the tools of sovereignty
In our heed, for the rest of the coping and smoldering sass
Of a liberty to find, the sense in a hand shake? the place is probably...
An ice cube...
And somebody with angels on their, earn
Succor with a fascination that has its truth
In the tale of seasons and the right for money to burn...
Shapes in the final, ask and date with moxy
Toe to toe, the dancing houses and the all of a ready thou
Persuasion for a knotted tongue, that has the sanity to let, proxy...
Worth one more taste of that suicidal visit from it et. al. and hungry allowed, how...
Space in our sick memory, with no new news, but the length it took
With all friendships with the coarse devil and his card of succinctly meant
Times to reach and to preach, to the lips of unity we saw, in the forth mistook
Legend with a kissed ass, has the poke and the soak of a new friend lent
Quiet now, neighbor with a silly name between the toes
Here is a raging, seething hap, with no lip for succor or lap
To know the silence we offered for a share in the skip of open woes
That have the smile to heal, with the cursing comes the searching or to have
Polly went a doodling, looking for the head
Minding the scrapes and the mention of simplicity, for fates
Of quality's found for service in the norm, of an electric said
Happier to know you, with what has a lip for sides of fly squats, sates
Thousand welcomes and the rise of unified
Cold shoulder's, to wizen at the touch, with all who's
Comes the shadow of concern, as if any man has a snide...
Places and tamed animals with a future...
Golden courses to seek the memory we reserve
To the shameful wishes before use, the right to curiosity
Of a laugh, no more than three paces, and a hell called healthy...
Pound the seldom, with its face for arrangement and taste
Save the cursing for when we get there, the tools of sovereignty
In our heed, for the rest of the coping and smoldering sass
Of a liberty to find, the sense in a hand shake? the place is probably...
An ice cube...
And somebody with angels on their, earn
Succor with a fascination that has its truth
In the tale of seasons and the right for money to burn...
Shapes in the final, ask and date with moxy
Toe to toe, the dancing houses and the all of a ready thou
Persuasion for a knotted tongue, that has the sanity to let, proxy...
Worth one more taste of that suicidal visit from it et. al. and hungry allowed, how...
Space in our sick memory, with no new news, but the length it took
With all friendships with the coarse devil and his card of succinctly meant
Times to reach and to preach, to the lips of unity we saw, in the forth mistook
Legend with a kissed ass, has the poke and the soak of a new friend lent
Quiet now, neighbor with a silly name between the toes
Here is a raging, seething hap, with no lip for succor or lap
To know the silence we offered for a share in the skip of open woes
That have the smile to heal, with the cursing comes the searching or to have
Polly went a doodling, looking for the head
Minding the scrapes and the mention of simplicity, for fates
Of quality's found for service in the norm, of an electric said
Happier to know you, with what has a lip for sides of fly squats, sates
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Lucre For A New Poke, Love For Now...
Lucre For A New Poke, Love For Now...
