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Description
the croak of a river bend
is in the same, a filed callus
the entertainer’s budget on words
used, to use often enough

harmonically picking pockets
of older-men with a wives’ fingers,
as to also keep an affair
in their seat, whose earshot lengths
about in the same of a husband’s
eyesight from his study to the kitchen,
a sniff away

But also fete the
musical poetry of dowry
love, the kind that makes
sure your daughter never
comes back--it’s time
she met manhood in
regular realism, to whom
in the most part, mismatches
more often than suits
a couple of hearts, probably
with a subtle red diamond,
that we time to time bet on,
nothing more than
a magnet for gluttony and sloth
ragged in the heart of
the young, No man
is one without a scar
on his heart, in one way
or another

with such a blessed
handle of chords
the boy speaks
no, he doesn’t sing
that is too pure,
you would pray
that he reveres
the trestle
about to grow, be
wise enough to show
there is the possibility
for hatched coils
of pumpkin vine,
leaving implacability
to its home, or
for slender thorns
in straight stems
to pipe holy water
on high, for
water is holy
to bare the fruit of
a rose

Description
the croak of a river bend
is in the same, a filed callus
the entertainer’s budget on words
used, to use often enough

harmonically picking pockets
of older-men with a wives’ fingers,
as to also keep an affair
in their seat, whose earshot lengths
about in the same of a husband’s
eyesight from his study to the kitchen,
a sniff away

But also fete the
musical poetry of dowry
love, the kind that makes
sure your daughter never
comes back--it’s time
she met manhood in
regular realism, to whom
in the most part, mismatches
more often than suits
a couple of hearts, probably
with a subtle red diamond,
that we time to time bet on,
nothing more than
a magnet for gluttony and sloth
ragged in the heart of
the young, No man
is one without a scar
on his heart, in one way
or another

with such a blessed
handle of chords
the boy speaks
no, he doesn’t sing
that is too pure,
you would pray
that he reveres
the trestle
about to grow, be
wise enough to show
there is the possibility
for hatched coils
of pumpkin vine,
leaving implacability
to its home, or
for slender thorns
in straight stems
to pipe holy water
on high, for
water is holy
to bare the fruit of
a rose