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Cape Of Bray Head
9-25-18

Natural like her first breath
God may love reign in my heart today
On my brow gone the ram as cow
And heisted at her needle in that it could be a whole lot worse
Like helter at her needle and the love needed in her heart resting on jagged granite
For a faith odor of wetter ashes born in fifty-one
We still survive
O, how are your second hand breezes for the recognition
Of the pearl and more earl on a United Kingdom festival and another blue eyed lady
I'm there all I know not how to explain what I had seen for the blood on my shoes
In our Skivvy's room
They fit well enough for a gentleman all for transplanted imitation
Count it up to be frank with you
As ten times it reads you......






Don't Get Drenched
9-25-18

Dear Abbey sole priest from the west
Over to the east
What have you against me now
In the gravity of troubles just as much as I can take
In all critical excerpts as to protect my headphones from the rain
For the sea to the plump face in our Skivvy's room
Loving my Ursula Reed
What has become of her
Where I open my eyes in the nick of time
Yea, she inquires of me as well for heaven and hell
Not in that particular order among ones face in the mirror
As one to believe in miracles
Time to walk on over and wait for my stagecoach
In all timeless themes of crimeless dreams on the boulevard of broken times
All in Omphalos our new Paganism for unbelievers.....