Tuesday, November 3, 2020

wares

 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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