Winning By Default
2-17-19
As to lift our blinders in Cincinatti Enquirers spirited acidic
Just turn the page all for sacramental bee greeting Joyce Greene
If you know what I mean amid the mist as to bid an open fist
Here there be tigers and bears
As Cain rose up at noon for morning deliveries
And the ballad of the flexible bullet
Come my beloved and board uncle Otto's truck
Believe in us as to be addicted to a new set-up for the eightball in the side pocket
I win by default as you scratch on the variety of lights
As the afternoon is young......
K.C. And Sunshine
2-17-19
As brethren shall return
I buy an end to their visits
For my own best interest
But why do I still read the book
But for the words to write all for K.C. and the Sunshine
And canaries in a coal mine and no more bull dung under lock and key
Ink was the more good use and I count myself to be the luckiest man on earth
As to become as the host as fathers dwell in tents
Exceedingly young compared to where we come from
For thou hast sought me diligently inasmuch as another contradiction
Hither into the wilderness
Am I here to do but the best I can.....
Wait A Minute
2-17-19
Back home in one piece where sometimes the work drifts further out of reach
Yea, many happy returns the rebel learns to say no
In spite of razor burns concerning the mysteries inasmuch as we turn away
Where Laban still refuses
No, I am not bashing by more than available light among mandrakes
As sung the song of milkshakes
Bring it hither where Nephi exhorts down hither into the plains
Wait I want to talk to you
So whispers the voice of reason
Our choice of season my holy medallions and magic ink
Watch and give me time to think.....
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