Getting
12-24-19
Getting to the point where I must rise earlier earlier each day
As one to quell my dragonfly
And call it a good one
Where they stay over by the break
All in the acts of Thomas in certain missionaries
Yet rapid as to rest and heal
O, Opera Wales
Help, don't go near where time and distance
Are out of place as I step down
For a drink at the river
In our trout colored wind still blowing
Containing a newer pastime
Good job in being on time eased on all accounts
step up all for fish music....
Giving
12-24-19
Giving it all away in our battlement
Down the hall pot smoke smelling like skunk
I breathe it in to quell the funk
In the sweet juices of your mouth
Sending missionaries to Ephesus
Yea, they are and they do
On the account of your conversion
As to exonerate in Simon Magus
Still turning all those pages
Seeking sanction to be discreet
In youtube trolling
Playing Chinese checkers eating cookies
And cheating from rookies
Where he is to be reached
Why me
On Christmas eve.....
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