Friday, October 9, 2015

Whats A Buff A Low



Sew barrel thought a lend ask not that bank to crate the box of a thimble on the threads of slates,
forever in the brain I counter the shoulders for the stone,
in balance I speak of gently be a friend in the tide of no zone.

To negate the trooping sounds of rooms at the lapping salts to taste the Victors media phone,
microscopes gone full boar that the Nationals torque the pastel,
it is the scream on the sides of what a say,
the elephant or the mules?

As I ride this distant brae Inking the clay on read deep with sentence grown type,
shakers are the pea Pong frying bacon on that lens,
blinking backs the spinal fluid in a barn of shredders to that shackle of hobbled by the cone,
ice in bot blocks to cube it callers that foundation of Festival circus playing crunch.

There on the snow of fell owe thoughts on how its such a chair to blantant bumble,
bees hiving to nestle the commercial profit on that teaser to equal same,
division ad multi Pole cay shins from the bellow of smoking drive to shoulder smolders,
carriage of the Harness grain in that flax of shiny Coats,
all with the Price is right to elbow.

Ankle blowers hobble tone with beaming what the stone,
throwing gauge to Up the belly scratching Tums,
role aids of that perfect comb,
factors scathing chalk boards to touch bones,
its a section on The examiners that have taken Tax to product lathe`d.

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