Interbreeding (All We're Needing)
7-25-21
Running out downtrodden
Fine, O, orb kneel to an ermine in twos and threes
Call me the choir like there is no tomorrow
All to transcend all sorrow in jeeps
Much and a yellow for better and for our poison in our tendency
As so tomorrow I can't keep it all inside
Not even my eye not even my mind
That hath taken me for a ride
For our circular fire reproducing the choir
As will do our porter solace fine and partners for kine
As the dissolving throughout UK
As we find another way round our subspecies that never tire broken
Don't cut the wire as to interbreed.....
Like a Whitewash
7-25-21
Like a whitewash isolated thunderstorm
As well as a brass hole of thick darkness
To but conform at the like of sin to for playing tricks in my lion's den
Moving right along to my Jane's Addiction O, what from killing to be this coming week
Writing to decency before I go there again
Knowing I'm on God's side and his on mine
For our insular fine kilogram for victory mentioned for the sane of the passing of time
As such is time consuming to our benefit
O, what care can we be meaning that it works ....
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