The Bil-Sen

Stuck a Chord in note of 'See' the measure of the circle breathe of a line stream jest the Creek ago,

in this of the misty rust a Eight of letter in the smoke as true to Say in thus Vat to bring the heat,

on the burrow of a plight a Play to More as the even lore to tree the Vast in burr of chore to guess`d,

garden tongue of this in Lung a double Snap at the paper Snore to churn the Cream in milk,

a Owl on breeze the vulture Floor with the Elephant Ivory nor was the balance jest,

these calms be from the Anvil boar in that Tusk of Antler pore a shingle on the Shoe of Crest.

To be hung in Nail sill a swing to beam the Lights of core in thus a sing to lyrics torn from siding,

the spackle of the Spatula a scrambled Egg with crack at Mast the Timber in a lumbering Xing,

X why Z into the sea of an Ocean on the shore a prey for shadow of the Leaf in grapes up On,

the Vine that waters with the rain arch of storm to Clouds in shun still are the Hours Jung a spline,

in tracks that heed to Moor of read grown in Minute hands of Sand the follicle of Hare bride door,

beach with Pink in tent of seek a dance unto the Wave in like a library of living Life to Nor.

Trunk the stub with graph of Heel as the horse is in the Feel to bridge the gap a liter Gallons,

sugar Sweet to swath that rake in the midst of World leeks a Marsh to loggers thats a Stew,

with the prime in Pre-A-View of the deck that bilge of do to Concert with a joke folk Coo,

pigeon of the tow each wire of the taunt to open Flyer the bull of Tend in china joe of Shop`d,

usurp the mulch with Fertile hutch on the Chest with a desk the Pen to opera verses Kept,

stuck with 'morrow yester through as a Grow is in Grove new width the Hour most.

Trip with journey on great Quest the Rail of the Time in dress while breathing Spake not said,

as the Teach of professional in the Home of the nest is the be to beet a Fluff to health,

the rocks of Waller on this ate to the table of 'A Fates' the siren in Alarm of Wax in earn,

crowd the heard with overturn to the field of a Urn in the Ivy tree of done the sprang turns,

oak it Up with porch of strum on the Voice of acoustic sung with better than I've scene.