The boat is there the Terry lingers is wows and shoes and woes
Wary is the block calm is the reason
Blink Is the savior and ware is the blink
The load must be leaves
Blown in the wind
And who here salivstes for that
you a closed mouth
Open or do your worst
Closed and I do the rest?
Open to guitars
Open to fuel
Age save you a wining measure save you you
Nothing more
And let that idea rock
thrown
skipping rock across a pond fisted dimple rifts at night when gaurds are down skip or not
And let it
Smoking what have them
Allowing the beet
Or beat
change the blood
While the game is played.
It is the right kind of let it go.
Sure your spoke is bounty
Carry its' measure And lend its' hearing to the pores
A passion on color in deliverance can mend in silver cuffs
Buttons buttened if it's comfortable
save a soul that can
Do that
And if it can't It a soiled seed out boat swim the sea no questions asked
Being clever lever saintly And not boats most
In Bush land count the tokens of the masons bastard
Fucked when told to.
Love of in stead of if its allowed grow fat of this
Loose wait and exercise
It's gluten I've been told
Lend this And
The boat
remains why an opened salamander
No one knows And if
An excitment could tell we would all be free
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