Scornful laugh from scornful birds mock the dross of sinewy decks whose tantrum the seductress of the boring steel
Wanton to exculpate him but in vain
To deign him favor for the steady meeds
Serpent ring clamps to the doorbell of famished wastrels
Reddish brown pale crashing upon pith of precedence
Toying appetite of glowing fire frosty in desiderata for the ragged bough
Shitholes sank him hideous shame to shampoo him with outrageous pouts and blushing goofs
Elbow leaning crushes the blushing hips
To hop upon the similes of beautiful spring time
Windy sighs follow more with gluttonous rusts of empty eagle
To hone eyebrows forced to desperate content
Panting tremors feedeth on the spite of slothful quest
A ribaldry of rabid frenzies to slaughter the beautiful doves
Each curve leaning on vacuous yawn unleash fathom of a yonder shores Being red for fait accompli incensed upon alight motion
Ridicules the sage of aspiring light and oracle of despair
Perforce will entreat it overflow the crimson bank
So offers promising cheeks for usury of countless debt
And so when the wraith comes to the eagerness to repay tragedy spell the missing the ribs
And brief them with loggerheads to flee
Grace he sees but grace he cannot get at the extroverted handle raptured from the introverted handle of claustrophobic ailments to the extroverted handle of agoraphobiac argots
Slew the bathing waters with fireburns
Not the implore and resins of implore that musters
But entreaty woo him earnestly even as he woo entreaty earnestly,
See his reddish brown egret frozen in lake crimson
See how reddish eyeballs frown at unfair lips
To see him fallen headlong with unprotected claws
Even when he winks to tinker with furious winds seemly that night be turned to day
Blue violets not bold to play but apt to lean
On the artesian wells of the gnomes of guilded chambers
Even when tender springs feedeth on the sinecure of silverware and ravished booties of war
To abhor winkle in grey eyes for lustre in sparkling eyes of sparkling times
Disheveled nymph to dance on the coast of empty sands where footings are bolt free footloose
Sinking gross of primrose shores with aromatic bitters of sturdy trees
Let freedom narcissus vouchsafe on thy creeping theft
To kiss encroaching shadows in the engraving crucifix of harrowing distances
Love sick bait and love sick gloats forsook titanic lust
As lustrous eyes sturdily muster imperious mother of nature wit at distant bough of louring crows overwhelmed by forlorn shrieks
No one burn bare excuses to quench his tears from the season of dejavus into the season of anomie
Theories that subserviently golden roses of beautiful spring might often deny
That flinty steel be not flinch speak fair
And act fair beyond temerity of windy sighs
Mute lifeless picture beyond dull disdain and leadened sprite of the blossoming spring time
Pleasant fountains lie unrestrained ego much distant abundance beyond the downpour of artesian wells drew avalanche
As he trolls his steps he trots genteel majesty of beautiful spring 's modest pride
See the workman's standing ovation that would eclipse him
Feathered wings fanning his hair and obliterate his weary road trip for the pedestal of war horses
Beaten blues by despair spurns him to spawn more
Perseverance stamps his brutish feet dire
Mad on the wood that hies his broken feet
To retrieve the broken gongs and broken gourds of his hue and doting mood
With war neves of unfair looks petitions the war mongerers of wilderness ramblings
Oh the fairest dumb fighting the unfairest dumb
To play the dumbest things as dumbells of paly times
Jades have bound when they servile the sloth of arts
Faint hearted proceedings may not learn to love
Let alone be schooled in the drowning wiles of love bait
She wears shapeless garment to pluck his libido from beneath his prostate glands
Eroticism of the doting heart does not return
Tis the energy of tender springs feedeth on the beautiful cunts
To love alarm the feeds of prostate glands doth feedeth the earth's increase
With the amplitude of the golden cunts of fairer sex
Not to siege the unyielding heart but whose ados that feedeth only the heavenly steam
To bread the species of stormy petrels
That history may not demise but grows the fantastic birds and the golden stars in their transient passage
Though Blackpower's immortal bells if it be altered by dudgeon
Mortals regaineth eternal bliss where only melodious hilts decipher inward beauty
To fall in line with the downpour of heavenly moisture
Conscience shone like moon to demote scornful tricks and swindling propensity of pretty goofs
When pure lips come to her leisure a hundred touches of lusty brow may not be sufficient to salacious birds
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