Now liberty to find a match is in the tank like Rum,
a spring of living in the water the soak is now all shun,
towards Onwards mach to speed the back at what is ever central,
story time with not a pine,
the grounds become the desk ting.
A port of lens to send a chute,
fire burns with ice in soap,
no bother it's a towel in copper of the flip,
a coin for either level has a tribe.
One for the dance & Two for the crumb,
three in the list of the front on a Come,
open no door the Ring is a flame,
and as the element I straight it to brow.
For Once there was a Thought to a particular spot,
buttress`d the Say and the World branded lane,
now to the Evidents that puts to a bough,
history does Quarter & pay phones have died.
Mechanics that had a Caller bye blown,
the scent of an ashes a treasure of bones,
no worry to stay the journal is gone,
just like forgotten the dance had a Jog.
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