Hold Your Horses the Bits are the gargle of The Coyotes Howl!!, to Touch the Moon on the Air eee Owe,
a tickle to the deep Lines of echo to Trait the cameras Blinking an ear Viced!!
Tree to that sound as the Saddle to echo of the Arrow on the wind of stormy Details of whaled,
Moby on the Stick to Whale a Wagging of the Tales list!!
Syncs if the brain is Ocean lore on the sounding Boards to eye Sites of Click clique`d,
barn on Over touch the Send of that same is a branches lens`d from the Knot it Call`d,
brend a Fires lip to lapse the Sailors penned Talking Supply to the harbors Win.
The Paw Print!!
Whipping the snow to trace the dirts Mole,
digging the Fax on the Papers take,
to engage the Paints on the brows of Kindle`d,
free Flying the waist on that is the Apple of a shingles Rise to the Sayers door Shale`d,
found on the Hike of a rounds Gift to face the Industry of Clippers grip!!
So fast the Spinner of the Kail on Width of the lions Strict,
get a Vocal bean to String the Mountains on the Valleys be grins,
smiling for the Farther to Announce the little Rings to answer With a Full Brim!!
Oh for the shower of a Song that is Horn Nets spake,
nippy Chilled to ground the Choir to a tack of the girdle,
wiggling on the Shag to teal.
Purposed Corker on the Frost of the Dews tasting the Reins,
bridles that Owl to the Mid of the Knights yarn,
in the Thread to break the flinch to Spark a Startle to loan A Wolves roll!!
Swaggering with Natures roar as A Jaguar clings to the skit,
in a Junebug the Moth called out the Butterflys lung,
in a breathing flight of Fiddles strobing the Violin sits.
Collar it subject to that gallant Question of creek a Gain to dips and Tuck,
in shirt the Starry clyde is a favorite to dance the big Bang on a mortals Clocked,
hands in the Pocket of the dust fold of rocked,
whats the stuck should the peal not be of the Roll on the bring of a tremendous leap to that deck Completes.
Say good by on the Ounce and Measure the Cup a cool to Goose the bumping prosed,
in position of Mother Earths hem is chaining How in the ever is really just a Clam,
'cause Win a burl in a cuddle and that Grove will speak a Tree,
owe for the Redwoods length.
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