Two were three when they all entered but we’re one.
The car was all over spreading saliva and so was the cat, done.
The whole world was sleeping and my lips kissed or rather caressed the fun!
No fuel to go further ahead was the theme and all fell asleep, where’s my gun!
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Okay, so poetry for you guys!!
At an unearthly hour of the ruling mice.
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It was dark, then
You lied; for truth were; gourd, ground!
It was fine, then
You did; for love was ofcourse; round. Abound!
So for joys! of what were, boys
And so boys were what joys? Either of them, were of types; rejoice; Rest, undoubtedly very plastic, toys!
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Can I be the best of what I can please? When I so believe I am down to knees!
Not a song is for me to be bright in your torpeding smiles of lies
Living and lying
Lying and living
Feeling just about true
Unkempt of blue
Why not resurrect from the being; the being masked in the reality of all’s eye so common and right?
I wish I could share light!
This night! Bright! White;
In all might! Right;
Come home, let’s fly a kite!
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There was a time myriads went yellow
Trophies; drown low!
There was a time; pain were above groin
Trophies; beneath loin!
Now why was there a difference?
If none figured out; of what was a figure
Now why was the grammar of life in half of wren and lowered than Martin!
Now why was it so; for when you wanted to win the fruit?
The delicacy of today to sleep and to be the tomorrow in brute!
So, friend!
When was it the last time you spoke the truth!
Is that your everybody’s loin cloth?
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Half of YOU!
Remain to impress an else’s calf;
A quarter to be their halves;
A dozen howling wolves to leave the rest 13;
Unlucky for laughs!
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