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Day of now on this is scene to stride the back of good ole matter earth,
on the bank of what has lumbered the slug of sneak has grown a Tug,
the stream of what is wares of stand,
for example strand gave to present the shift of storm,
from the depth of gut the role been fiber rough dust,
I do know that I'm a girl on this plan Its strong,
not confused about those bales Twine and Wire under squared by rib bonbons wrapping sit bust.
As I have Witnessed photo snap on that back end of the boating snare,
the obvious of what it Whom I do no those pants as naked bows,
tried?>? greatest choice on this shade of the film on the blinking believe,
for the children For survival for the Futures for LIFE!!
Confuse yourselves with the gin and the Ice,
glass that gallon for the dash of maze in diction to sound out the boots,
lace with that shoe as the stuck on the stride,
blunt is a porker on the belly of lies.
Round the fountain to gender up his roll,
jello belly and that is the worm at the bottom of the bottle of Tee key la,
shouts from S trow jinn on the Staff of the stagg,
'cause prose would have screamed silence,
that ship on the boat would have turned to the docks,
and the walk down the Pier would have ever explained,
as the back of the ass and the front of that stain,
left on the tongue of the marble of come,
down on the depth to the ankle on from,
come,
no it would have been that answer on the question in done,
for Words are not not the plain when Signs gots its lane.
S specially on the Lombard of lives in the Inn cart of Nations on the avenue chlorine,
bleating the sheep while reining a wrench Scratching that head but who is the torque,
beaches and cinema those garbage cans stem,
be familiar with why's the angle gone dead,
marking the logic call social lodge it coal to in burr of that example of the pole.
Stride as the Lion roar for the Wind is a mighty stead to here of the deed,
confuse Mass in the brain with mind & matter as the clouds inside of the skulls take a pill and drink a grand,
can yips of the coyote to the Wolf on that path to ancient trace,
be strength for the road is long to this hour of the darkness in the full lit lawn bushes and thongs,
cups of satellites to the Wine high pitch on the Crystal eyes glassed by the China Eye of Antiques.
Shop with the Amazon to real eyes often the easy on those farm a suit a bowls,
naturally chewing the preparation of Pane sills to my name is no body I am a opus on type,
singing with gently,
waltzing on the dances of grace to Tides of the swing as life in the venue is but a limb.
People strike the world with pause as the Accept take shin of the drools as pre Dish posed,
grin to the Cheek Key dip to the paints Much on the stroke,
streakers and slight,
fields of Wonder as that is a brand of Noun to the basic dough of the Tubs,
ample on the Tanks is the War and it Is Not Mi/Me,
the waltz is shores of the grains Sand dials and paste,
as I am familiar with what is between my legs lie,
formal to whom has gathered to deliver a truth to their own,
making this time the most Amazing love of Life Itself to be of such Trust,
what a Zest to say that its those Men in San Francisco that gave me Faith to see & the freedom to just be myself,
all in my very earn of a bright.