Monday, April 20, 2015



This Ancient Baliste of Anchored Feet hath brought a Set call to Stair on Thy Slate,
there it was plain as Site,
the months on days of sigh,
not twice but Once up on a Slide,
a Photograph cried!!

On about the Story was a Barrel of pickles,
dill, sweet, cucumber love Oh for the garden that plumbed this Row,
dance about the tree on Morals & cribs,
responsible ride!!

Galloped over to swing a See the vice A vision of lather the Sweatshirt a Hooded cream,
butter Jam the Peanut Butter burns,
bred to sing,
the lasp was latched bye the eyebrows blinking Cry!!

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