The speak of the naturally known to announce the Hurt that runs in my bones And mind I scribe,
shall the dance be of the path on this loan to that Sky of the Infinite Zone that is a blessed scar,
to those scabby knees that seal the bark to injure the brad than it is the simplicity of the roads,
mapped by the factors on an understanding of Years to the tote,
brush no the box as the Crate is me.
This body of the ghost on the say is to sing as the Vibrance of the Solar displays,
shining to song a Value as oppose to a price for the state of Scour,
change is the Mirror that shakes reality to touch the shoulder on the Pact to Omega divine`d,
was the procession so shallow that the dollar version pocketed the increase before the Coin,
flipping a penny to dime the Quarter nickle to subtract the paper as the Minted shock.
Make that choice to start a Reason to stand and darn the spook as the spool of theme in Needles,
stinging thorns dripping blood that bleeds from my brain as the silence of the task is cold to teal,
shaking the booth on the boulder is at a parade to skate in on thin ice break through and ask wise,
the history is not locked just on the learned of how information moved with cellular shape.
No tricks to trade in Conversation held to trains whilst the Caboose borned suffering on the front,
as the prison mortal portioned such ladles of Fine to okay the guidance is not repeating the fill,
granite in the Storm from the hail of thunders Roar & a broken Car window,
that shattered my brave startling the time between with great think to Thought,
as promises have broken hearts that is the chase of the stone that is anchored not to prose.
In Valley of the Dolls guys and Shalls it is Mountains that vista such run-offs to Steeps,
this is the effect of done to the caustic pales of nothing heard to tuning the radio on spring,
deep wells on banking T-shirts to some type of Gunny is in certain a message on the Chest,
as to the board of the chess Peace the cycle is the bike on the carton of rinsed.
At the barn to the Stable a Phone or a caller is the last of the swing in a lull a by for the signed,
once used to tumble a hey as the horror of the left in true form it is the elbow on the jab,
an Occasional bounce to excite hope is only a mere poke to attempt a shot,
in the inch it has the worth of chills on the Goose of the bumping to jump a cluck.
Horse to the fountain saddle on the bareback of the School asking only a photograph for scene,
the importance of caliber to communication is the reading of the posture to arson volumes,
creating the Easy hobble to clamp my wrist with Cuffed by the fist in re-positioning the gag.
Ball and kick is Tiered with hidden behind deeper Yet lines as the que is mile brines,
from the shackles put atop my counter at the split of familiar to not recognition of the done,
dismissing that is a member of a grouper Fishing to pole the hook with a baited lane,
touch a new worth on the defining word of an Ancient stank that rode to scraps saying Fop,
on taught from what is hard or better known difficult to say the least I still held great copper,
on the off shoot that steam would grace the Kettle to a Panhandle memory of grocery.
In that the Art Gallery of the Prose in forever neat began to discuss the state to actuality,
to have been granted a stand in former brand touch the anxious in a stupor of hop scotch tick tack tow,
to face the scent of fire on the flex of deadly tolls The bridge fancied a feather to stride coast,
in the ink lean of dress to Shingle the leg Up is of the hour to know love shallowed my heavy by breath,
just to say I love you in a voice older than I had ear heard but in all was the loving of a long life to type.
Nana in a focus with Papa on my eye in blinking tears to the sound of more than emptiness to straw hats,
the garden of Autumn in a September steel that bided moment with Eternity to my listen,
a Founder of my countenance the Weather of my silent pane to the fin Alley that cried the blast,
scorched by towers that elevated trailers to my sink but even on that it is the fax,
for on the open choke I hold only myself in this life of brass,
I polite the Polish to shine a smile with ever snot that tears the rainbows of my shadow.
For on the endings to the Mean it is the Norse that checks to the bohemian style,
to gather in the groves of forests that well of deep Miled,
patience in the talent of my Grandfathers file,
a brilliance never in a hurry made room for my elephant of a resemble,
my Grandfather held the growth to a character that factors my Self still Today,
these are the places to spell the sorrow.