The 'Lucky Strike Club' top of the Mark,
hop akin to Sydney smart,
the lark of the interest sparks,
knotted Talks to highest Knocks,
to be the ever spry in does.
Fancy a Ruck,
the wrinkle or shuck,
the Corn of the We'd
love too!!
Water is going to be,
consumed by Fire,
to lead,
no drink to thirst shall be in mired,
the More of the After Cryer!!
The Louds take the Can't's,
the shall of the danced,
to gems for the diamonds,
the blues of the deeds.
I am arriving undefiled,
the lace of the tasting is swallowing post haste,
flights on the 'Morrow,
a dragons in the shark den.
Question the Interview in between the lines,
for personal reasons things that need to be said,
not for the Public just what's in my Head.
Backing the basic routine of just sake,
rounding the been's to equal a spake,
posting with promise that nun did not make,
the habit of only the One in a case.
Critter the hop to a Kangaroo stop,
the sesame seed to the sour dough bleeds,
paying for shows so crowds can see please.
Credits due run at each a big ton,
acoustics canned hear,
for jib and the gear.
Set is to Zero in on the Tree,
fly in the mass makes hands seem like task,
a prison once was an Island in shoved,
now it will be the B.B.Q.'ed Scene,
in either I respect it's the Means.
Know shrimp on the borrow,
hard netting to stop,
the bays are for swims,
the tin in the crops,
Halting to speak the beat of the Crown,
indigenous people are also in Town,
send on the walk about of,
a knew lock is the key above
For the write is in exist,
to be 'Just' I must insist.
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