Discounting said bye to fed,
the Cable of the Morse Code is,
loudly speaking clique's mode,
many of more descriptor's shore,
count the sand to ton the grain,
for it is a salty brine to sing.
The Dali Lama taught me from,
afar I learned to beat the done,
'round and 'round the merry go stun,
next to they the chemical bung,
a Clone, a Holy-graphic Sign,
you won't be dead you'll devine.
To aid and not to a bed,
I state again the Dali Lama said,
I request a difference lead,
the change to challenge the growth of death.
To assume would be an ASS,
to donkey such a Feat,
to presume would be an ASK,
do you wish a freedom lead?,
to accept delivers CACHE,
the deeply seated is a Bath,
to sync the best of wisest guides,
to ENTER Ports Of Peering Times,
supporting more than one of kind,
the gender is the radical line.
Back to Pope in no such hope,
interest lies to fill the soaps,
played with Bishops, Queen and Pawns,
I say let the Knights go long.
The kick of out to expect advice,
came to late and here's the Nice,
craft the come to issue thumb,
it's not to Cesar that roam did shun.
There I see in each a speak,
past to present in Ancient link,
choice became the dues of strain,
my blood runs red to veins that fed,
the Mind to Brain in Cell of Sane,
as this is a Life in it's Self.
The World is in Horror,
yet only one Dali Lama retired is doing the Walk-About?
I shout "Music is the envelope, a sealed one now."
You braked the Man I stood to planned,
warming gently to inking simply,
the prelude to this very spoon,
the buttering of bread,
a peanut to shell,
the Ocean is not Blue it's the Bay that rises with Glacier die is,
Al Gore called so long ago.
One, Two, Three Strikes to Be,
a letter opener with no seal to break,
for the Male sang and it's a great escape,
to know that the water boils in lakes,
burbles in see,
and waited to watch so the proof was the LOTS!!
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