Monday, October 12, 2015

States Of Course, I Am Speaking, Only From Mem^Ore^EI, Word Tiers Per Spur Ration



Read Mind on tack Account off to the Traces,
in that is the decade of the balancing arson,
in fire the flame breathed fine wiring,
touch that saddle And bridle this Versed,
as inch to a billet tight &'s Steed.

Rise upon the area that tastes the matter,
on the sweep of dancing a method return,
type to that is streaming a tire,
screeching on the Back stretch,
aye the HooT.



Owls above the Eagle soar with their Voice the Charge,
a text that Opera of Trumpets on the stand,
inside that is the View of stern,
a Vast per formula Range that Shield,
it is the bit to reins that have Haunch!!


Be the Corker of this Value as Its measure of a Providence,
ask rubber burning should the Tree Trunk sat cold,
step with the File quest of the Rank is a toll`d,
both From & For,
rise Width of Turf to say the Land of a Chest,
shakers on the Quake of earth rains to State.



Know status parks with drive to eyes Scene,
each Loud that rode with ribs shelter to the deep lead,
than At Once the Shocker,
cast A side break in waves tossing found to be of Bow,
does the leg on that Horse Neigh to the lame by Paths of pulled,
truth trued to The Watch,
clicks are the Hours minuet.



Nigh the foundation on a compass bean,
strung forest in the Mountain steam,
Volcanic sings trailers,
on shoulders that the dirt knew of the Sands tee.



Shalt that be of a Storm troop than Watts tell Humanity,
flights of alphabet to Arch the ankles design,
listing while Flags boar that Every spill,
dark have strides become at slit brains,
care is of Owe not shot down Fire from the sky with swamp mouths Snide.



The Box of a stall stills Harp to the Hitch of Reality posting Sitting Brave,
for Knee and that Time,
the bring is the Harness that Moved to the Sound of Hooves thundering Silence,
both The Bow & The Air Owes Tip,
Iron Sides,
its The Beautiful that Rang it is the Rein that delivers direction, 
Answering is the Holds pour Shins.


Sew at the band I cuddle the sleeve to Harmonic the flute Vee ole Awes intents bits Whistle a brought,
is it the stream Creek river on the roars,
is It speak of M*A*S*H at the horse through lay^bull,
or is It the Heat on The Letters trench that spreads to Debt,
shall that be of the Ride to Introductions of the Tale than just Dew it for Nye key.

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