Saturday, April 18, 2015

An Ancient Bark Clead

A trinket full of Pockets,
a prose full of poise,
to speak of the spin on the send of the Chin,
talking Tall to ever small the very in the said,
a sphinx in the Measure of the lastingly lens of shrieve.

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Shell the beach of Humanities task at provisions,
Master baiter on the Hook line and Sync`er of the Thrown,
media religions hammers to bounce the knee to settle for the boned,
in type Reason of TOK a brave V read writes to a tone,
vibration on the seat a Fiddle or A Staff that grates the Mortal nettles chasing Thorns,
crown the system touch Operator on the stile of ankle bets.

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in structure bye design the Switch to All Timed is sleeping a Caper,
on beetle Bugged to Tunnel the Echoes asking sever the Hinge,
on that Cooks short to a slowly Warming ice that bears,
grizzly hour to grubs that drink the worm,
bottle Tea key La with a glass of Spoke & uber Awes.

Swail is a Kink to Private register a Coal Mind with Shielded from People and their Span,
in the increased believables an Anchor for the Feat to lets see the at Forth be frontal lobe`d,