Sunday, September 21, 2014

trouvère



Like a white hot coal in the hand of Sheol,

sang of 'Heroes' on the C.D. Know,

the lyricist not I for I am Able,

to be a breeze in the Wind of Trees.


A Plant each 'Versed' in Blunt read curse,

the stolen work to listen`d first,

in 'each' a linger,

that Flirt of nurse,

than thee 'Ball' to bounce a hurst.


The Vista Tanks that Viewing Shank,

a smell so pungent the list in line`d,

a gut pork pull,

to burrito Wrapped,

the tipsy Cry while Wine`ing Track,

All dure Clapped.


Reek is Chiel in World Bale,

strung to burn the Lope will learn,

that with Every cords a String with gore.


Admission trades to Ore in sigil,

a Warm to Spite,

too released on sheathe,

a Burial with the pastier Cheese,

a little cream with beguile Jam,

a peanut Buttered trice in lambed.


Sort Try shock of LOUDS in Płock,

a History Visa,

Passport from talk,

crowds that loo do inn addition shoe,

the lace that Lipped to written tit,

an easy speak to the Byrnie steep,

but whom is counting the Faces Mound,

The Answer my Skin is lamping Allin. 

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