My Instruction (Dust My Isle)
9-14-21
Where thanks await insulations flourish
And I walk down that isle to give Jesus my life
Aching for bobolinks methinks man in my careful holy communion Rose
So tired of it tied of looking as decades march on
What doesn't matter much
But at least we keep in touch for human prodigies and savants seem calculating
By one to let the repay
O, pop goes the gaming table
In that we always need to start somewhere
Normally vulnerable as such to the Ocean City promenade
For funnel cakes and lemonade....
Itinerary (On The Trail We Blaze)
9-14-21
Normally guided by the stars
In Getting Amen in on the game
Where El Dominic seems like too much energy
Becoming to petrify in a hunting home for the eleventh year to reign
In what is done in nights of cities more auspicious to start it over again
In the happiness of each used along so was to say "hello"
In scientists of the corny lab for its illustrations of new lightning of non linguistic neon shrink
Twice cooked out in new worlds where we love from the rice crops on trial
Mainly the legend and must still in creation in the game of linguistic proposals....
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