Now to serve the said for place of Tup,
on an Island in a cut,
sense would space the growth of luck,
for it's Time to no their Lined.
Heads-up Affair the simple show,
picture this without a Bow,
still the arrow with tips of so,
count the quivered and I said Crow!!
Out to Moon in the Case,
upper lip is stiff to taste,
especially for this English maced,
brought up in a Crucible's Fate.
Decimal sound to the back grounds,
spilling vents to harm the nouns,
I'll claim Man you stain Dam,
with the Curse of all I crammed.
Put forth your messenger of texting fell,
to the Tell of Open kell,
however consider the flame of twin,
he is the aim of all that's been.
You sacked with live in exacts,
you put upon the ears a drawn,
you jeered, you laughed, you let it wrong,
to the present I state the tack,
above your head and I strike tapped.
How dare you blare this blinding stare,
to have forced such ill-repair,
but for earth the moon is care,
for if left to me it's dare.
To the speed of the Horses lead,
round the bend to the switch of tend,
relief with stretching out to end,
NO!! it's just the Studs in the works of Spudding.
Deeply Corked Changeable Weather Permitting For Best Footing to Heading games,
doubled back to very same exacts,
Name In Fact, trouble Tacks-Up to When its Ruff, Ruff.
Mucking
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