WINE AND GATES
An Old Man's Pillow Set To Right's (Easter Cunning)
Joke from an old man
Set to tooth, and knowing a golden wan
Thread to bare I have shown you, an according plan
Made from the best I have to offer, to simplify order's and can't?
Places I have shown, the meter of voice to survive
The complex and issue reflected, by the source of disdain
Life with a watery eye, to finish the hardship of side's
We call a home, with threshold to conceive succinct, a presence of mind
Jump, and see
The took and overt lucre, we seek for a nod
The rue and the coming of shrewd, to the table for energy
Tender was the night, we saw in the freedom of a salt, had
Jumping over to the liberty at hand
Worth ask's in a tidy voice, are we to be a clash with summary
Possession's, or the stigmata of coping with a charity, as if credence?
Meant with a breed's thumb, can a sanity in motion, be our destiny?
Here's the joke...
Two shoes by the door mean's it's a courage by the clock
But the clock has never stepped outside of the house, don't poke
Put your shoes on, and step outside, before the wind takes the how, for a mock
Here's the gist...
Walking before the comment of the day, is like a habit in strange waters
Known for the salt of dependency, which has eye's to survive the mess
Of a home on high, the bespoken low, of misery to seem a little bit more weary
Of the neighbor's
And a redress in the skip and few we dote upon
Are we a service to bracing halt's and the figure of sass to all, as if to hurt
The passage of time here, is a waking hell, to remember but the quiet of wrong's
Paranoia is the deep...
Fascination with a reckoning sin, is a word to the driven of moment's
Sanity to few a charisma, is come with a bitter taste of what is
A place for a heart to know, the message from timidity if sorrows, we seek to prevent
Set to tooth, and knowing a golden wan
Thread to bare I have shown you, an according plan
Made from the best I have to offer, to simplify order's and can't?
Places I have shown, the meter of voice to survive
The complex and issue reflected, by the source of disdain
Life with a watery eye, to finish the hardship of side's
We call a home, with threshold to conceive succinct, a presence of mind
Jump, and see
The took and overt lucre, we seek for a nod
The rue and the coming of shrewd, to the table for energy
Tender was the night, we saw in the freedom of a salt, had
Jumping over to the liberty at hand
Worth ask's in a tidy voice, are we to be a clash with summary
Possession's, or the stigmata of coping with a charity, as if credence?
Meant with a breed's thumb, can a sanity in motion, be our destiny?
Here's the joke...
Two shoes by the door mean's it's a courage by the clock
But the clock has never stepped outside of the house, don't poke
Put your shoes on, and step outside, before the wind takes the how, for a mock
Here's the gist...
Walking before the comment of the day, is like a habit in strange waters
Known for the salt of dependency, which has eye's to survive the mess
Of a home on high, the bespoken low, of misery to seem a little bit more weary
Of the neighbor's
And a redress in the skip and few we dote upon
Are we a service to bracing halt's and the figure of sass to all, as if to hurt
The passage of time here, is a waking hell, to remember but the quiet of wrong's
Paranoia is the deep...
Fascination with a reckoning sin, is a word to the driven of moment's
Sanity to few a charisma, is come with a bitter taste of what is
A place for a heart to know, the message from timidity if sorrows, we seek to prevent
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An Old Man`s Pillow Set To Right`s (Easter Cunning)
An Old Man`s Pillow Set To Right`s (Easter Cunning)