Tuesday, March 24, 2015

F.R.G.S.


There was A Dandy not lacking A Bonafide listen to the Sky,
as bulletin Press sat the dressed Upon the dizzy Cleared,
as At Maze the dribble be Came to ear A Plug for the Tier,
wrest upped the Lisp to dangle a paddle on the Oar of a Ka New.

IN the learn & the Season so product Placement at ascertain,
is delivery for the Postal Cards of stamped Sealed and dripped,
ink that Spelt a sort of Dirty shorteir Blunt bout,
in this the Tunnel of an Echo spouts The grout!!

Pour Pitchers to swing A Way on the Midst of Signs,
in Yield the Baler said How's the Wire,
in reply the Twine twisted a gut,
the Chortle so loud that the Pony spoke Yard & Shetland was An Island on The Far^Land!!

Gathered by the Crows to speaking on the Lo!!,
varied are the statures that Posture to the Foe,
in absolute of No Think it is the Introduction touch years,
a Bridge with Love hugs And lots of Kisses!!

Chalk owe lets be Friendly in the campfires blue,
as Sew I've Herd that the Grapevine grows to Bottle,
the Message with a Cork to sham Pane the blows,
tongues that language of Locs in trout to Ladder bye bough.

Shafts that Crew to the inevitable View,
vista like in Formal of the Rank Captain to pew,
skunks Cats and Cotton belly Wraps the sticks of Carrots on syrup`d,
to Crepes of the Pan caked A Pizza re` Uh that delivered to The Front door.

Ding dong the Which of Bell rings the Truer of the Tell,
as in the Ancient sand Script hell it is reality to Whom the Thunder pelts.

As won would Say to the Other of know Map it's a charter to the decade of Cell phones,
to be Clearer on the Venue of a tray of Service the Adams apple of the Throttle talks,
conversation Beds of straw that Saw dust of Shavings for the Horse snowing Ponies,
the Origin in the Mint is a Rider on the Storm of light Knee`ing expected buy depth of Tone!!

To breast of Vest seat These hour paids from Form to Sentence to A Spectacular spectacular,
the Bohemian on a Forestry of the groves in Torn from the Pages of Hist stir Read,
to be of the Cable on the Morse`ole is to Creations class of School philosophical with laud It Coals.

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