Casserole
9-17-21
I keep on hearing us on the flip phone ring
This my lady friend driving me back again
As vanity as soon cometh fell
O, what can your morning dew memory rated all for nether casserole
Deep down delicious in my soul
O, what a mess but it's my mess
I must confess asking its browning
Needing and greeting in carnal teachings
We are keeping racing us to himself
When all I need do is first burst akin diminish
Moaning to his Chinese night to dive without the line...
At Colossae (In spotted Puddles)
9-17-21
This investigating the Buddha for accomodation to sing my kind of hallelujah
For savory in my briny rooting in learnings of trouble
When she has stride and again listen and insane when I party on to it
And just do it
As mentioned in that inebriated is the evil twin of rawhide
All now this platitude into another puddle
As to mix and mingle who can be the runaway can these be to us
When I step upright again that magic bus....
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