Sunday, March 1, 2015

You Can Not Create Fire By Way^Washing With Soaps



Tiger the strange of the load to a harness of the Lyons clause to speak of grace detail`d,
in vast boil of the Frog, crickets have rubbed the leg of Thor to sing Angora,
a sweater to shirt the pant touching Fool in didst the hand of Palm map a grunge to dig.

Shovels to speak with Tongues in language of Babbling Brooks brewing a thwarted stile,
to pasture the Fencing of a barnacles Follicle to armpit of the scent of the Devil by reason`d,
with a paragraph and a Word to the sents in A Sin of math or the worth of Tall back.

Tried & True the waters of the Blue to the Sun in the Moon earth has had to be the Vernacular,
by flu of the Human to the being of the disease People have crowded the cave for the Bat.

As the shape of the Shadow to Ministry of garbage Vile in Priestly admission the valley Miles,
in the Inch of the Centimeter to a Mill a Liters pour the Pitch is the Tar pet grow`l,
in pork Minds with porridge Nurse`d milk the sugar Beets are the Vittles of the stilts!!

Bears on the Polar Deep dice a melting division Too Multiply the flight of the deadly borscht,
in cabbage of the Garden an Apple for your Eye in the Wheres of a tunnel climb bump brains.

Great not the expel as the Food is of the Filed to line a sample desire with a taste of Flavor,
salts extract Spice enact to Ear of the shine has Produce of the dire as no look would answer correct,
tell the ill of cure that it has been the bale procuring the cancer to be worse that the disease.

Plyers in pinch bound with binders by subtraction brought Ropes and Nails to sledge hammers Gore,
in the concert of the Ages to the Decades of be jinn Wine is the drunkard of the Beer in the Fin,
I Flint by done to the Campfire song I write to the Rider on the concrete of the cum,
in didst to the final of the dead end of the Sets, Mark High to the intrusion and pull out for the Guy!!

Fawkes of the Years of the melt took believe either the Choir of Treason crushed reason or slant,
an Alphabet with Numbers chapter & book to divide the lineage as the Crowd just screamed Hook,
to sea of the shippings of stage Fires with the lights of a Pyre screen well the Oceanus beam.

Calendar the Ton with a beat and a Crumb as the stones of ankles to the elbows of friends its a bum,
that answer to the crock that the Hippo ranked tea with the River of a bank to sync a thunders can speed.

Vacuum not the hostile Crisis for the bottle of Church to the On paper in the Mass of the scrabble,
read start in the opening of a finger spanking the Pages, Just is the Walk across town,
to side the courts a fiddle for the Scratchy verbose to the apathetic crass of the Cello on brass.

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