tenderbuds in their vineyards,gnomes of the earth
From the hazy clouds into sturdy bliss of golden hills bearest the good bait
O they bearest not the good memories
But premature memories
Tender eyes bearest stiff memories but excellent
That feedeth on the curiosity of the sun
What golden lions did with it and elsewhere
Where tender churl makest a wealth and a taste from the world's waste
To eat like a gourmet beyond what the glutton could eat
And still dig long deep trenches in the bottomless stomach
To besiege the seething weeds of the beautiful spring's aroma
When all golden treasure come from thriftless praise
From deep sunken eyes beyond dins eat all ding ding shame
Till it feelest cold beyond the pines of alabaster
Whose glassy essence of beguiling sport unless maiden 's womb
Unthrifty loneliness trinkling over broken petals of twinkling roses
To be frank a niggard's bequest doth lend profitless usury the smothered aeon
That mordern day acceptable audit cannot wade in hideous winter
To lovely gaze in this hazy cloud to play the tyrant gaze of the headlong plunge
Barend frost itching for lusty leaves as prisoner of war thus becomes prisoner of love
Distilling showers meeting bleeding winters dry into beautiful spring
Self will conquest roasted into beckoning bells clang clang tingling tingling in sensation belligerent elves
Sacred feet burning head and mercurial fingers your gracious light to OnePlus ulstra
Whereon heavenly hills doth climb upon the steepest shores
Who plays thy music and banging melody into yonder heights
And sweetly chide thy swiftest bay into merry pinch with the widow's and clergyman 's doting heart
To deny shame with the freshest blood ever bestowed
From the distilling showers of heavenly moisture
A moisturizer that moisturizes every sojourn upon the irremediable mound of the golden hills
Tender churl's blast over shrinking violet in their chunky penchant
Sweet beauties over sweet roses doth forsake bitterness in the rasp of the golden morn
Where golden lions this began in the drowned expedition
The royal causes of benign climb from the fauna and flora the spoils and booties of war,the loots of the hidden places
Of the golden valley enroute the golden hills
When your sweet herald your sweet roses should endear
Who let so fair a golden roses to glisten beyond golden mean
Which golden mean to pledge them honour of the golden roses
Retrieved from the golden valley beyond the golden mean enraptured for the golden hills
Who hath pleach the splendour of the splendiferous smithereens altogether
To eschew and overthrow the mediocre of the golden valley
Against stormy gusts of golden valley
And derides the seduction of the golden mean for the golden roses
Eternal triumph of the golden hills,the mount Olympus of golden dreams
Unthrifty love princesses and princes barely court its temple
Nor the temperature of avowed villain lost in the smothers of the golden knights
Whereas the perfection of the golden stars in mysterious covert influence contend
To fortify the maiden 's beauty over conceit and deceit of counterfeiting flowers
Only heavens know whether it could be a tomb and a mere monument
Who hides emotivity over sordid mien of lurking mensrea
Thou art more rugged more magnificent as the eternal chamber of beauty and magnanimous mountain
To wedlock fairy tales beyond unfairy tales
Fair roses beyond unfair roses, golden stars and golden hills and nuances beyond golden valley and the fate of karma
Belligerent shadows at the end of every kismet shall repay
Does the lion's paw in the dance of macabre humor ever blunt and scorn the lion's jaw at the apalling distance
To make the yelling earth a dearth devouring the sweet brooks of its own rosy brood?
What a strange world replete with u fair roses,demean of the golden valley!
Not the fading lines gliding men's eyes to stealth and the steal the women's souls
A broken mound of amazing treasure not yet ready for the sojourn of the heavens shore.
The sun and moon,earth and planets , asteroids and gravities
Were they not tarred with the temperature of the climate change
To swift the fate of life as they were given
In their gallivanting hood of the elliptical ovals?
The treasured rainment of youthful heart be their golden robes
To breed bliss as tender churl's over fading ills and wondrous sails
Mine golden feet hath culled the shadows and hath grown the broken charm of the beguiling sport
Mine gallantry the rainment of the brood
Whereon tis held not undressed by the shallow gust of repugnant seasons of anomie.
Beyond the darkening shadows mine eyes hath seen the magnificence of the golden hills
Whereon the civvies had plunged beyond seething waves to sojourn and abode
To peep through golden eyes and strike the cannon balls in bloody bait
All the colours of rainbows in glorious book of the knights a thousand victories
Beyond the shuttles
Like a jewel of the golden hills in zealous pilgrimage
Globetrotters far off from the strip of Damocles' swords into the archipelagos of golden hills
We call it home and beautiful bliss final home
When in the bore of surllen earth the graces of the broken writs and forlorn wits sway the medulla open for the transit of wit lustre of the seasons
As paramount purport for the transmogrified heen of transmogrification
Who can drown himself with disgrace and be deaf to heaven 's grace and heaven's cry?
Sweet silent silver thoughts in their beleaguered stance bestows the glorious dawn from the bestorm of forlorn times
Many a vanished sight starry heaven shores beclouded with her bliss
When rude lines are overswayed by the unruly roses of bloody pens
Broadly not reserved for the scorn of sullen earth
And anticipate deadly revolts as the insurrection of the great Sullivan's travels
Not to desert a beggar's born like the maiden 's virtue
And whose chastity either in the narrow or broad inclination
Ensnare the golden feet and ensnare of the beautiful spring
Even like a crow that flies from heaven;for every slanderous mark tis probity is butchered we can never be fair
Contention even in the shallowest wit
Cannot arrest the rudeness of this broken pen and the width of the chaste it incurs and the meanness by which length and breadth it hurl them on the steepy dirt's
The thrust of the forward violet ambushed the springs and roses of the beautiful fields
The chronicles of lost time be not assailed
And besieged thy bazzars in the all kinds of blood and desperation with which lucre is lured from the salts of the earth
Distilled from the potion of lucre a moderation in lucre gliding beseeched
With the lasting impact at the muster of market goodwill.
Tenderbuds maketh glow of cabbages drill
Upon the sails of the market goodwill
Let it glow.
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