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Spec Of Dew
2-10-19

Out to spy a spec of dew on the frost
Doubting not the armor or fresh coffee storing staples
When we could get the money together blemish it around ones waist
Without right intent and effort as to know to steal
Cutie, let me in as she's the way as she turned the tide
Catastrophe unlikely as a dim prospect and a bright priority
Two hours till worship time marching to with the supernatural
A boost in the way she moves
Soon time to wake and get a move on
And reach for my Revlon Pack through the eye of the needle
In the sight of lightning red
Woman be still....





All For Our Apollo
2-10-19

As drawn away and enticed
Invited to Camports
We have to go and get the message
On the net, unite for spoil and booty be not deceived in growing up strong
Shortsighted in some matters born in the love for Hamlet on le distract as faith is delivered
In a lifetime of chance for our Apollo of music and medicine like an idol such as the Mona Lisa
Right before my eyes dealing in double-dye delight in Eglintar beggar absentminded
Our living legacy in an Aramaic point of view in something new on the hillside......






More Baccy
2-10-19

Ought not brag of increased stamina of the sumptous and stagnant exaggerations
Of murder piece de Williams where roots are as descendants for the peasant's heart
On the hillside and constant delight to those in the dark in our provincial Hamlet
Writing tiny signs in air bound thee forth in newgathered shadows
How dangerous love songs can be all for the lost and unchosen
Taking our unoffending offence in all that she has to teach for Auris eggs
Of Russel and Green thinking stone ingredients
Ishi in king signs of air newgathered....





On Hosea 2:17
2-10-19

By exaggeration of bloodshed back to square one
With unoffending faces Au livre de Lui-meme sect in home and found again in reason opined
Taking away names of Baalim down this mountain pass at daybreak
Beyond the back of cerecloth truepenny O, young Hamlet hang the habit in grottoes
Of curiosity yet curmudgeon manandam mac lir like horns of locusts gossip of the day
Down in Connastoga as appeased to in dread of family fortunes and hostile arrow
Crossing the plain.....