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Post by JessieLou on Apr 1, 2019 8:44:16 GMT -5
I may be the only person in the world who likes these geezers, but that doesn't stop me from PIPAING OUT right now!
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Post by Pipa on Apr 1, 2019 11:43:37 GMT -5
Arcane in the beauty of the tripple slip carmel A vague light upon me in the bitter switch vessel Might faun with the unigod for better whichway seaward Come a savage little seahorse balance upon my utter nostril Can somehow post the piper on his darkly last allusion How sway the leper fury once without his brethwin's maury A brow for every triumph rest a cage in this mans fury Way forward in the night time lane accustomed to my shield Rhino glance and glide so far a raindrop in my printer A paw, an egg, a candle, somehow stare into my eyelids For ever twisted serpant reign a muse in shattered glory The taming of the lion beast his bow with sudden flame Come dancing in my withered lungs a hand across my chest And all the little cowards tame the bull with summer crest Shielded by my radiance dance the tapir to the trailer An every other margin past the shuttle lanquid garnish Maze swindle passed the swordfish dying gently in the castle Mine often winter garment trading off against the moonlit A sun for every dying winter leap into the deepest void Of nowhere sang the silence wilting, withered, tattered story No angel left to hark thy call of severed monarch staring And every other walrus waves the flare on someone's porchway Galant in the frost his suit of armour wrong way glaring I have to write this letter or I must speak with the manager The koala told me Tuesday whispered wrongly off my Friday I like to wear the octopus as a hat and feed it angel cake I love you but I do not want to love you Sunday holds the key with every step I take backwards Paradox in the snow A bronzen gold upon my chest you wavered every Tuesday Come sing once more your herald lance of shy esteem no morey Forever seems forever seems no never seems to sever So soon, a spoon, a spoon so soon no moon to sun my snowy Glowy dark and worm and wasp You lay the keys upon the golden willow You spread your dreams across the table
It whispers every shadow and the harp plays without master once and only buckle sideway second aura
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Post by JessieLou on Apr 3, 2019 9:20:15 GMT -5
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW GEEZERS
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