Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Punk^Chew^A^Shin Vs The 'Tis The Sea Zen Of Jube Bull Lead



How loud the Post Office on this Season of Cards to the cent on the Picture of a frame,
heard on the AM Nine Ten burst once an invitation to delight the joy of a Tree in the Presents is shocked threw the after Noon clock,
the Edge ease of tremendous put Message to the Boards,
people have armed the handle of a send at the Time of year with a bearing of Arms,
all the family loaded to the dimes,
the in are eh has brought term to this avid per Pole,
a lean an to the pear a normal of a gathering to What knocks on the Tent.

Should the refrigerator or the Ribbon on the Wall be of the show to that music on display speak,
does the view cause reason once wisdom for the instruction of that small,
in the jets of a chute to the hold,
that measure of Wow check it Tux,
crossbow with a tact Tile be leaf in the ought tum of my belly lease I puke!!

For in the World to daisy such shades as the raise off a Range,
the lesson of chores to the passing flag at the apron of a scene,
what as teach but the Fern.



Frost is Ice on the dew of a school in the Vapor of shallow Whistle,
the kettle of the bone is Streaking to circle a Circus of the ear,
corn on Padlock is nigh the Combo,
but what of the Earth??

Ground central Immediate attention to the Local location of extreme Importance,
be Wares to the pick Up of such a release to understand that not Factors but reality rules be laid,
shame to those that have forwarded the Swept to calendar a stick to your guns as a Clause,
perhaps the Con Sequence of this letter to the Simplicity of Strict more All values will Giant Core on parade.

Heavy the News on that Mail of delivery to sync the tracks with Work on the bunk,
eh Are bumble Be's are the Monopoly,
the dice in the Games is the thought to Tack of small Shoulders carriage of Comprehend shin,
hour to Men^it the Tense sit^chew^eh^Shin,
time is a luxury in dials of the Smalls on wrapped chests off Talk.



Within the fee Lean is the Cork,
locks and shelves, drawers and Closets,
my Grandfather was an Education,
there in the know was the truth,
not the fear of fax touch fact in a Worth of those Taxed.

Stride to the torn with Compassion,
how ever the adverb is a Noun to the verb of a subject on a description of the Form,
it is not the Ignorance that brings the Knee to its bend Its the loss that curls the bodies gem,
that diamond in the rough,
the said with a tend,
being a kind not the razor of the strappings skinned.

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