Blenheim Backcloth
1-3-18
Finding tongues in trees
One more in the name
As far as man sees
And we ask how they know
About where we go when we ate
And the answer lies with the prophets
And their reliability in Arcadian lands
One more in the name
Cutting us off the center of the other sphere
Namely the sore what we want more
Officiated in Dean again created
In what it can mean
Let it go as cold and these eyes at Salisbury
Hail nonetheless marked untytically
Glossy for the event
So many tires down that lonely street
Yea, we have wondered much
Just to stay in touch
Our Father is alive for the Blenheim
Backcloth up
Time to choose...
Of Saint Asaph
1-3-18
At one of the greatest failures in success
Red winding oceans
Of skill doth but bless
As I hope to heed the hunger
And desire to but proceed
Hello so there is an update
Promising us with a measuring wink
Our betrothal achieved
God bless the Irish and everyone else
And take me home again on the third week
In Rosegeny and Busfond
Not a threat, no not I
Expecting nefarious sand and stone
As a dog barks right in front of one whom deals
With the money tonight
Trampled underfoot again
In a certain symbolism
O, tell me in a churchyard with him in the vestry
Better than radio
Rapid....
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