Saturday, November 8, 2014

Win Peace Set



As in the many tunes in History the touch to Humanity in the tunnel of the Time scape,
a bland to the certain in the training of the use is the most of the common on the tea lanes,
ships to the claimers inking that Race the tracks are the bet stations that gamblers read turns,
on the odds to the fact in the stretch of the course location is corporal to the grass and the turf,
throw in the direction of the turning on birth from the cap to the base of Earth access.

Starch to the Tickets money in the lap the Teller at taking the cash from the lag,
on the role of Account books in the Tabs borrows are the chance that ever in that last,
upon the wire crossed to the Nose touch in finish,
shoes on the Iron with cogs to the surface,
rails on the curl a saddle to the ring,
bridles for the jockey in the arbor of the wreath.

Weight on the label to recordings of the jogged,
cause of the talent in the natural gifts to shock,
never does the underdog go longer than the send,
as in the breeze of the charm the smaller is a inch.

Rule to the golden in the quiets Farm,
pasture on the Dunes and Twisters to the Storm,
shower of the grasshoppers in fodder for the grain,
circles on the Crops at slain the formula is land.

Dependent on the sway to the Usage of the Watts,
drinking milk & honey are tasting in the dots,
core the operations to what is printed Lot,
drawn from expectation taken for it's shot.

Accent in the Call 'Um' bus slate to books shape of logic,
sky for the Signs on jade and Magic to the Market,
cracking the egg shall code be the burning subject,
as the curve of sphere on throw does lump atop a dubbed it.

Without the hand to mouth in said or the self to slug it,
trails on banana slips will Monkey tooth to bucket,
shock and horror of left a score to Modern day of door,
choice read loud or privately the chalk is written stuck it.

Listen or the Watch in side can leap or learn to see,
that in the Trail of the slow the Junk is on the tuck dip,
short to post long in brought but no that's not the sack,
as in the luggage of the Rack the nails are the whipping Tax.

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