Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Hell Of A Depot On Talk Ten Radio



Wow what a Whoa on the Radio this Morning of the Unique said,
a wisdom came across the Airwaves that Tonk is of a grade,
the gamblers bell of the strike of Coin touching the bit on History,
for it has been testified only a few will bear the grizzly true.

In fast to that land of Choir task to the kneeling were Shipping,
understanding the prose to the caliber of a Man that spoke gentle slam,
dunking the answer so easily at the Baldwin of a Piano Concerto's opera,
there in the ankle of ground ball halting religion to Bank.

Basket after life to the dead on the freeze of plank Tons,
thump goes the Rabbits Foot to tag the Ages,
in basic to the back of forward on evolve,
what the peel resolved was the few to the Sole.

Should religion be Proven to be political Dogma at it's roost,
the hen of egg layers with a cock priesting tooled,
than the statute would dissolve to solution as responsible for all the drips of drooled,
every step you make each stone you cast is on the Human shoulders per robe.

Paper shower Scissors cut Rocks upon the Maize,
in python of the viper a hose to old the cow,
milking sugar far the butter as toast is bread from laid,
on the Farm of aggravate the batter would be dead.

Now on organs lived the heart would have to pump to the apple paid a grave,
to control the populate with sinking earth to snake,
a talking tree with rooster burn a ceiling that just killed,
to Imported factories making Mint of trampled sperm!!

Heavy list in showing Crisp the crust of Pi at Math,
in blanket explanation the World would coil Torn,
rip it grave to what the day People shown a bone,
no excuse to behave as person now is grown.

Nigh the Night to mid lights Strike the Hello to Twelve owe Clock,
the hands to speak a great a spoke on Wheel in the sight,
learning from the give at Sane the drink of Volume spayed,
to indicate that simple state of response to value bigger Plates. 

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