Death is dead to dogs for dog gone it
That it is that is this that am that
God ****** here for giving there a ****

Whether on all for to stand off sit
In number to darken blank choice sat
Death as dead to dogs for dog gone it

Back to teach her pet a file on chit
Which puppies love at home in room chat
God ****** here for giving there a ****

Head retaining ton so licking spit
From ***** to lifes one resolving spat
Death is dead to dogs for dog gone it

Led by release writ rabid obit
About biting down hoarse crazy bat
God ****** here for giving there a ****

Bag not to carry **** from where flit
Beeping turned to minor line a flat
Death is dead to dogs for dog gone it
God ****** here for giving there a ****

Naked not for me the ****** bride
Craves to have a rival ravish red
Though pinkly sworn pure as white belied

Father for giving child a way side
Where birds prey on maid next to be wed
Naked not for me the ****** bride

Inhibits home owned across divide
Of corn culture colored dark ahead
Though pinkly sworn pure as white belied

Clouds to keep from raining wrath but hide
Sun from slaving fields hoed to be shred
Naked not for me the ****** bride

Barely like the ears ripe unto dried
Of age for no contest to be pled
Though pinkly sworn pure as white belied

Whines of bitter tears the reaper cried
Amazed to find stalked a rose in bed
Naked not for me the ****** bride
Though pinkly sworn pure as white belied

David sang a psalm seducing son
Of man by man exalted out of need
To know himself beloved under one

Lord of all in all the hymning sung
By boys inquired of fathers which concede
David sang a psalm seducing son

Prodigal with instrument hand strung
Out of mind to make the hearer bleed
To know himself beloved under one

Heaven humming harmony first rung
In ears to harp at bottom chord agreed
David sang a psalm seducing son

Apparently disowning age undone
With sounds of music innocent to plead
To know himself beloved under one

God to tip the scale up to tongue
Pronounced to spit on harder horns than read
David sang a psalm seducing son
To know himself beloved under one

Piping mad in posture more than play
Marsyas dares Apollo to contest
The goat against a God of lute and lay

Waste to muses hearing held to sway
A panel to preserve how self impressed
Piping mad in posture more than play

Dumb to taste they fancy fine to stay
With highest strains resounding that blessed
The goat against a God of lute and lay

Hold on hear divine the backward way
To mortal striving vainly addressed
Piping mad in posture more than play

On words the blowing cannot **** and say
Other than that instrument had messed
The goat against a God of lute and lay

Up strings tying challenger to flay
Under skin averse off of the chest
Piping mad in posture more than play
The goat against a God of lute and lay

Got behind me Satan Peter the top
Ranked contender for the strap in the class
Clowning the world without ending to prop

Up the opponent not easy to drop
As the last *** the champ fought even was
Got behind me Satan Peter the top

Billing for fight versus fluid to cop
To match striking the flame out of a gas
Clowning the world without ending to prop

Position of gloves raised to block the chop
Orthodox hand cocked for power blow as
Got behind me Satan Peter the top

Hat in the ring waring the shots to stop
The bout before knocking out for his ***
Clowning the world without ending to prop

Posing for judges to score the jab's pop
Same on the card as the hard hits amass
Got behind me Satan Peter the top
Clown in the world without ending to prop

Men have gone and come crazy for a lass
Of age under the spell of witch to kiss
Between the black and grayer greater mass

Stuck to pick the cotton joint to jazz
It up for size inside agenda cis
Men have gone and come crazy for a lass

Smoking clad in sweats hung off the ***
Broken like a slave held to the promise
Between the black and grayer greater mass

Fresh melons flatly fetch from ghetto grass
Adored without a walk up to the hizz
Men have gone and come crazy for a lass

Figured like a boy with hair to harass
So yanks to flirt with knee grow what it is
Between the black and grayer greater mass

Crops up the legal tender dark as brass
Refined in fire out to finally fizz
Men have gone and come crazy for a lass
Between the black and grayer greater mass

To die without a name to date the stone
I coldly drunk of vinegar and wine
In passion not to leave the age undone

Like flies from Egypt plaguing to the throne
Of Pharoah before cattle dropped in line
To die without a name to date the stone

Of seven wonders how the six in one
Half the tribe by mites been blained with the kine
In passion not to leave the age undone

As stakes of rare the better bleed to bone
Which off I ate to hail the ruling sign
To die without a name to date the stone

With darkness from the locust storm upon
All of the land lacked faithful to the nine
In passion not to leave the age undone

First born accursed to reap the father's own
As sons to shun who won often incline
To die without a name to date the stone
In passion not to leave thee a John Dunn