Monday, July 28, 2014

Inc. ~ James Blunt True Flame



Ask I Answer to the Dance of Life in bunch the Why I die A gain of Sight or just oh my,
the burro of the path I've worn the pack of heavy loads in form,
the pickles product to Classical Scores the breadth of stitch not One did list.

The Checker of the Cabby broached the Streets of the Truth in Rains,
the pours of just a daily range to best the way of horror in days,
the hard ware stores too Mind fulled doors,
a film by no mistaken Sees that at this Moment few do need the emptying.

Leader loss to mathematical tossed for the greater fun at Cost,
World scenes through Centuries of leans that expectations fail brings,
releasing Order to the free flight Sordid a Staging of the when is Roaring!!

Symptomatic Astro add-it for the blasting Suns in passing burns that skinned the grill,
steps of Man upon the plan that Moon I love and will still hug for the brief in spinal time.

Gifts that come with rivaled lungs the singing hymns to clearing limbs,
the boughs that sway to trees give way a birds apparent rights in stayed,
to attentions of wow that's fast or smarter than the do.

Profiling people to value trades as listing formalizing did give play,
permission was a clue one say it just remained to be the paved,
in my luck of none in all the transparency the take formats the give receipt.

Never would I spoke of meet unless I felt the need to see the eyes of whom could Feat,
for in Today as People prey upon the rifle of the bearings just to place the cave,
'round the base of any trace the same did want for truce.

The flipped of coin to slot the dime so long ago it still was signed with trusting heavy loads,
to not placate in all these dates that proof of look and know the state,
made processing the bigger plate a good to best in stewed. 

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