The Price Point of these Writes came in heavily gained,
the reins of in decisions to spell out all the Songs,
an ever beating rhythm the rhymes in what I shell,
the Clams were good advisers as Pearls are their Tell.
Treat Cautions to the Varied beeks for a Child of the Guild,
speaking of in such difficults journeys have been Hell,
a treasure in the balance the Bahut in Ancients Cause,
a walk to be a careful for many have a draw.
Gorge not the Valley for the Mountain that Witnessed such in done,
the lasting flow of Water to Snow the Glaciers in a fit full rage,
melting down to medal ground the burrows always show,
a volcanics of the Mechaniques rewards in strange of Doe.
The Buck to the Moose would play the fountain of the chill in day,
legs so long antlered throng the base of origins creates the strong,
not to out last rather to be Mast the griffin is a tumblered cast,
ornately shown to be a path the difference replied to math.
Shortly for the lengthy stay a mortal body must be prey,
for experience has grown with me in each of every bay,
single persons to crowds of loud the Kuhlman on the stage in proud,
exhausts were Scenes of mainly streams told it's for the good.
To me it looked more like she was being sucked of keeping clean,
a reversal in the drainage means she fell from each the preaching Keeps,
the worth of heard made to think that that is not the proper burp,
the Mass was driving a wreck to Reviving some Tents from such long past.
The swings to passing health to sick must take a Toll of this I wick,
for Nature taught a better stick approached from simple Ocean sits,
the bottom not discovered yet we wish to fly to Mars,
a one-way trip does likening to the suicide Lars.
The Dance of Two in One of Three an Infinite Opera Sound,
Mozart wrote Leonardo broke Michelangelo paints like me,
of course I am the Sistine neither do I rack to backs,
but in appreciation Idea's due Formula Tracks.
The spent at Hand is interestingly a Ancient Plan of Leaks,
almost to or bye deep 'zines the words have carriage too,
a Wire on the Inter Morse the type of Writer in a Course,
a Chronicle purposed towards a Court to shew the fooled to Truth.
Character presents grands in dense the brushes of the recompense,
the cans of wash the sync of Mots a Myth in Magic brought,
to Life I say theirs Enters Crave but in the body I breathe the grave,
a Mark of Trued to the Belief that someone News this gave.
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