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Not for you
When you snatch my will away
i am forced to reason with the fruit of the day
You cannot lie to me and this makes you even more dangerous
for all of our failings there is but one idea
that the tumult of this life and all that was weary would pull us on the well
the old timely path of for pets the poets
up the eastern coast onward to virginia
she had stayed the hand of the flame the entire day
niw night comes to smash to bits all the supple work laid by the trowel
they stood in line jerking their penis making fornications with her
and while she drove a bargain for the luck of her merry fellows
fhey dashed her hopes like the sea boiling in the putrefied stench of it all
making the fish beg for the end like a wallowing mill for the plight reflections
cast onto the moonlight's floor and gazed the drivel from the mill
she could not bare the sight of all the idol worship
she entranced the meadow for one more night
would the day ever arrive.
I am a man from long ago I walked the distance in the tow
with fish and line I made the stay
the perfect repletions of the day
the day and night it ''twas a fight before the power structure right
and when we had fallen to discourtuese I swing in mellow somber breeze
the listless end of painted men, they could not make the fraction hen
and when I payed down in the field I called this line into the real
"That men could cost the will of us, Dallas was the fright of lust"
do not embark on a longer journey unless you see the fate of journey
he could not bank on subtle rain instead he played the plot for gain
twisting A knob and calling defense upon the antlers of the fence
and walked rain inside the theif that tried to sell the world for rip and tide
i am the old man, and the world has forgotten me
i sit and wait for the end you see, this all moves now but sleep is how
to make the faster pace of wow!
the signal came in Lira there was many main
and listless nights of still perfection dust in the wind without detection
call to embark the winter solace of quantum libel in the solstice
master Mason can you try to make the weight of pain in ply
i look far gone to master token rope and swath of Covid roland
typeset null and charpsidoor the little label of Lenoor
she cried I say to never more that it would sight the lake on shire
the lake on shore with Lady Lenore she was the capsid of our door
and lisp on deck with want and heck but dibbel double dollar dalton
da e and the trip of E you called to me you were plotting lines in poetry and
and and all the while you said to yourself why was my moor to shelf a wealth
gymbal and gyre of magledon I care to reassemble dawn
to say to smooth and sayer like that master may if master right
look at my hands sir, did you know how many lines I wrote to get to this one?
did you care about any of the time I spent arguing with your prigram
it was a callous effort at best Jimmy best you look at lumber Croatia vess
they are not making the report on James tonight it is just making rain with market white and in the end of this work I delete all of the text because it was not meant for the eyes of these people or was it. The whole time they all knew who I was and what I was saying I spent countless hours being wounded by their placating and asteroids they played to get inside the girl they made she did not tell them anything that they knew about she just talked about the birth and paper was drab because Jimmy was mad about the way we directed the test of his day no one even let him be anything more than a puzzle piece that he had been chasing longer than all of us and it begs to reason that someone wants to read all of this to determine why
