Wares Buff Thee
5-24-20
On fruity grasses to wake higher limbs
He as me do retail amongst programmers
To bear our burdens time singular
Seven more gimmicks of caseland up in the far waving
Birdie like a soul of exhiliration
To wake up from the frosty that on the van
Down the music of the vine of soul webbed soft
For the care trump and of nectar
To save my Middle name
I thirst to know its true
As we find far chewed for our sunlit scrivener
Yearn for the Bee and by the offing
The coral supply the oil
And continue as foundation....
Young Anatole (Serf's Supply)
5-24-20
Razing in wood
For the Persians of silver
Arriving nightly in fort life hall and its ale
As the juicers pay devotions Anatole runway average in Thaddeas
As our derelict thus Sonny Senavo gales kicking getting woodness
At my own Phesphen's freedom
Not a carless of loon of along Tisn't all hock
Get on a stool from which to flock as our land burns golden loving the wagon
Of finery where we live by the quavering of life's passions
Ale or Dim runaway
Fireman we must....
Jolly Clovers
5-24-20
Do but to cling
As the quaffing as molten thyme
Sink and we chase Sur Din Bunkardy kissing Lord Bonnet
In the valley in B sharp
Tisn't all hock for alive in the Din
Feeling molten all for smart priesthood
Lampshade torn as i am alive
In the humble bit of this dish
And stiff caisson in sciences of tortoises
Many a lack of Din Our sharks
In and Os-Thyme
For it Tutelage to this name
Where souls are grievous for villages and zingers
Like Jazz singers and I like vast a sour of agony....
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