Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Epitaph ~ Eden Sundown Garrett Name Sake CoO



Put plate in the Fantasia silent of the movie on a grow as the cycle of the tiers burrow this to line,
in the vigil be a Dual on the fence of What is wood on the brain the groan of grain in the Rye,
as the pepper is a Sneeze do the saying to the read ask the quest on paper trail is the yield brisk,
on this range of field gain build the breathe to know the Scene a process on the potter brill,
in the O of that box scour with the Event of Task,
create the Clay to mind the Fair at the factor of their scare,
in this truth be that Bear with the grizzly Polar snare,
a trip to River with the fish that the eats behave to Reach.

Circle with no skirt to Hem with this teach needle Eye,
cork the bottle out to Sea as the Waves roll on sky,
in the pull of Charts to depth shoulder to the Clam in sight,
as the sand sows grit the grind tow the blanket beach the Fie,
in the fiddle of the dead Rosin with the bow of said,
broad the Case to show the Feed as the coin in Dollar shed,
spring the bubbles with the shot that the Oil is the stead.

With each a Priest to man in leach more to lice that spread decry,
on that alter of the boom crowd the audience with a Tree,
in that tree of the Deed make the walking just like Knee,
on the bend of the Scab picket fence with sticks of Strike,
match the mathematical spell to addition all the fell,
with the systematic gel slick the Hare to bounce Junk Hell.

On that boat of oar in carve look to the Ocean grave,
with the bridge in burning Cross poke thee found with Albatross,
on the serra of the climb lather sweat with brow of shine,
in the cheeks on the rouge make-up hidden by excused,
as the lips are read with blood bite the lipped and Show the jug,
in that drink of drink-mead glove leather tank as like the Pond.

In mist of mount on the Hammer in the nail of the slammer,
tool belts buckle as tie the Shoe in the belting deliver flu,
ask the Cough of banked to Crew does the answer say it's glue,
in the barter of the Street up toe Corner with the Vine,
piano playing with the Keys Carol Doda had a dream,
in that sign of spotting light sing a Song bring the Kite.

Smolder string at the shay in the which of broom a glow,
on the campfire stage the Mellow with the kick of marching Narrow,
watch the flames as flick a same in the black of Beauty train,
at the barn of pulling gone Harness Bind with girth of grain,
as the Oats that far in lap Coarse the Steeple chase to burn,
with the Rome in write of Wrong thank the barrel for the shank,
on the chain in Fable Tale bring the biblical Vials preen.

Fluff the feathers beacon stream in that Verse be pressure Clean,
a the Story on the robe Cloak the Teacup with no grudge,
push the Spare Owed to be Creed in that real light a Seed,
as the response to the Key lock the cackle with Permanency.

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