Monday, January 26, 2015

Drum Rolling For My Best Friend David Eden Sundown Garrett ~ Died In Action On Planet Earth: Battlefield ~ The Human Mind




Harbor on the fore be had to the said by best friends glad to tongue the speech to say,
in the explanation to the day of leave a church shall the reminder be of the rest,
in basic of my owners ear to the pierce of fact on back the punch is and was of crunched,
the pulp magnet to the bullet between the eyes that bloody spine`d to whipping line in jacked,
shock will put the shock to taste in the brain of over raced an then the bridle bit,
a should the bean to grains of host be framed to dunk the cookie lunch drapes touch candles steaming.

Snuff the smoke to letter less as the voice is start of desk in repeat of exact to me at four of see,
as the ghost tells the told to the make of tank the cold in breadth of ground to wide load planned,
the words of the Mid-West worm that came to special on the term in this I ratchet story,
the story of my mother's form with grace and virtue might one true yet on the lean is learning,
for Tenderloin are grapes of wright in the rasp of file tight to hold with more that hope account.

Walking with a Shadow Musk in that Vote Olympic spool sew to thread theses Class,
wars from grands to little hands that produce the fabulous to real on the feet,
spark no angle as truth is handle but rather that torque floundered chest that sank to what the Vestment pane`d,
in coarse to mind the hobbler sound to know that grain is the rye of toad a lane,
in the process once I day is the list on number gave to speak pop on the box that is the deal.

Cast the parts to my grade and year of the time in the steer of a fear that put a taste of death to age`d,
in simple of the complicated never did I rain the text but slow to Jung the sight of teak,
coffee cream sugar deed milk on cow with teach swine sound also tray the service with a cup of gee,
listening to that testimony added to the decades meld in the hour of the ream each and every chattering.

No batter needed as the beat is of the mix to park the Fleet in shipping of the News,
for at the sight of pier to knight the fool is of the joker,
for shall the popular downers swallow hear I say to this coming as easy as a Tweet,
I sent before the cleat.

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