Just heard on International Radio of the Public BroadCast on the Indonesia dishonor of Human Life,
for the sake of An Anchor on The Death Clappers of fling to the Dust a Jacket to the Refrigerator`d,
a Freeze to this is the Blank It's on the Stream as I ribbon the Wraps,
count to the Fax`d and Print Up the leaves!!
Shame on You to have Rifle Bead on the Plastic Sharp to discontinue a Hearts beat,
rather Crude to the bowl lets Term.
Shackle the Row to the Wall,
on Brick corner of Your Country shame is a determination of the Honor on the Quack,
duck about to the lakes on the Rise Fields and deliver This Sixth Tend to the Face that Cloaked,
its a Terror^able.
Charge to the Rinse on the Forward Rack to born The Bath,
in Waist Water the knee Deep to a turn over on the Pop^Overs,
toast to the Clearing House and ankle the Bearing to a Contact,
treat to the File on Memory guile as a door to the Boat sings!!
Choirs on the Amazing chore to Service of the Core tea Airs,
scrambled Eggs creative Story in the Evolve!!
In Record is the Zero of a Chloride on a Beach of Sales,
to dignity of the dead And the dales of the Hills echo seam to the Hemming of Coke,
the Cola of Soda Pop a Champagne of the Street that brings to the Judges a Courier on Feat!!
Filter for The Drag tee'm to a Brad the Cork,
a Massage on the Apple of the Hare sports!!
Jump to a table on that is the Sponge absorb the Keel,
boating is a Shapely discussion to the Shores of Sun bathe,
gently lie Upon the fable Right feather on the Dust to Spring of Welt!!
Got a Whip for the Cuffing on the Seat,
know dance of a back Alley Clan,
tribes to the Rub it Sound as the Um mi Pounds.
Gosh in the Spool of a Pigeon on the Coot,
said in the Vice to the rafter Saying Crane`d,
stoke with a Voice to sing the Palls a Rein,
bits and Batter this portion as the ladle of the Bats.
In America 'The Turkey' is the bird of Dinner grabs,
ka to the Neck on the supper in the ribs,
cow to the Monkey and bank Your Self a glib,
which is the Stitching Stem and What is the Fizz!!
Bubble sprout to bubble Clout oh Whether Aunk be Jigged,
I garble to the Raft on the boaters of the Swamped,
jingle bells to the shirt to Chapel with the Candle,
light the Harness ups the shark to Swallows on the Ranger`d.
Oh wait In My Country the Cycle of the Miles Perk Hour,
in the Curtain of a Town I was raised in San Francisco,
in that the Locales of a closed to Open Fare,
lamps with Silk on stockings Store to sign the Able present,
funny how the other Map is stroking to the Scope!!
In the Midst of foggy Chains I borrow Nothing time,
as for the gander is the Goose`d my all the Meese at descent,
in the Ant Lure of the bait on hovering the Nylons purr,
Where is the Arc of eclectic Brow that Banked the barkers Leisure`d.
Owe Yea it must have been the Empty on the Pockets,
wall lets be the Money Tree to Handle on the Fount Flute,
a smile on the gauge to Tempering of hotties clocked,
oh that would be the Acceptable to the branch of dares.
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