Thursday, November 5, 2015

The Fifth Found November On Earth In A Clued



Remember, remember!
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason,
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!!

Ask not the question steady
for the from to the chin a send
in absolute on email bends
the worth of a life on spend is simple to note,
for in the cost life is tossed & sadness tear`d a tin
to that it is the creams off blackberry and seams.

Year after year the forgotten on stoop,
that dinner table the words of the looped,
remind of nothing to note of horror,
its just a clock on the skinned of a poured,
burned and destroyed for the answer to soy.

Than the dust of ashen pale,
the faces that dropped forced a peek to know a Vail,
the pigeon of Mart tea to squirrels and trees,
golden gate parks Circuses and deeds.

The kid took a nap but that was a creek,
as the walk was of hand hold to snatched at a feat,
at the fear of the nothing to understand freeze,
life is just trucking burials and peas.

Beans on the factories Rice in the stills,
guitars playing jazz sound with the sound of the  dills,
mark the daze as a flower to speak,
the letters on betting that cost is a NEET.

Names of the Morning at came feather Crow,
Papa & Nana whom drove to a grow,
happy nest cuddled to understand prose,
but than the door slammed on anything goes,
of for the cheeks that their tears would have posed.

Next by law parked to twisting the fees,
saying that this was The That of steers sleeved,
cost of the price is darn to a special,
joes apple pieces Riddles and petals.

Answering speaking the choir is clear,
learned from a Man on the Park Road ace Seer,
truth be strong as knowing knows long,
out on the shirts of A universe perk.

The voice is kind that traveling say,
a delivery stating that life is of trade,
one to the other is as easy as sees,
ocean of organized to relation of deeds.

These are the shakes Pepper to played Salt shoulders Near,
sheet music singing as Lombard to skates,
Jump with a rise the Contact has ties,
to the calm of my hands as I type letter sighed.

Quill to the paper of writing a clear,
response is the time that it trusts to be tear,
on that length from the year to the date on a Pier,
a piece of the puzzle is the future of Mirrors.

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