Avea

Avea Dol Cul Fatto
10-16-16

Whoso is simple
Let him turn in hither
Ed egli avea dol cul fatto
Don't be afraid
Stolen waters are sweet
And bread eaten in secret is pleasant
In that I don't deserve it
Know not that the dead are there
And her guests are in this perdition
For deviled eggs on the lower left corner
On a snapshot to remember you
Don't know how much you mean to me
Always save receipts
A wise son makes a glad father
Excuse my Egyptian
As treasures of wickedness profit nothing
But I've got to have it
To become poor and deal with a slack hand
This is grace
The Lord will not suffer
The soul of us to famish....





On Proverbs 10:6
10-16-16

Looking for Bysshe
Our British romantic poet
To a skylark
Willing to bet you have nothing to lose
Interminable you yet choose to catch the blues
As a mad man for reconnaissance
I miss the point in being the center of my own universe
As violence cover the mouth of the wicked tears
Such as angels weep
I delve deep
And I finally got some sleep
Never mind orchestral
Satan fed mort and number on a hunting horn
Catch the blues
Blessings are upon the head of the just...