We all Know how Valued your Calls protect
Which explains your Shield of Fermented Oil bought
Of Silicon's Text ****** your Phone object
Then spare another at-Risk by one's Fraud
Provided they dive deep into your Core
Since every Personal you Advertise
A-wait your Answers within your own Fore
As expect your Desire to Televise
Happenstance then, should such Device still work
Then submerge beneath their Kisses evade
Yet pursue the Chase as Wanted Dames do Lurk
And soon view the Secret of your Display.
Come out now. They withdrew with Smiles intact.....
WHOAH! Look! The Pool's Hands caught your Boyhood's Fact.

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Yet the Great Best Thing to Learn about you
That despite this Silver lining your Board
To keep your Heart's Felt and Mind in Review
And survive Drops of Mercury on Hoard
And Horde - stubborn Noun pawn this sworn Beast,
Forges his Teeth to Consume our Praise
By Visions our Senses constrict at least
Forgetting the Truth of our Swollen Race
Yet Equations be Raw on your Bespoke
Of Questions our Party would correspond
Based on this, this Prime and Pertinent Bloke
Shimmer his Lightweights for Prospects abscond.
At best his Risk, offer the Crowd's compound
For Future Spares his Brighter Life resound.




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Will The Lord of the Apes un-blend his Tan
Then apply his Conscience for Vines approve
To collect more Dames with his Knife in plan
Though Twelve Pistolled Lords amount their Disprove
It's been this Way since: Open for the Hunt
Such as Testosterone is wont to do
That among Bonobos his Gift for the Mount,
Waves his Carrot at them and Wins their Soft Plume
So Soft, that which caused to wiggle his Ferns
And Spread his Wings for his Flavours to Fly
Be it Shake or Spout such Passion still Burns
As the Pen his Lord's Author yells out a Sigh:
"I Cry," he Writes. "For Youth lost in this Tale,
Forsake his Courses for a Film's Lost Vale!"

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So many Facts, yet with Tales interpret
Infect this Cause on what we should Believe
The Rector's Bells; Or the Psalmist's Perspect
Preach to Define the Aspartamine's relieve
That this World-on-Swirl base our Morals gauge
And deny the Worthy the Gifts they Deserve
Since Paint their Walls green; Then pause their Smiles fade
To sour the Jellies by their Conserve
At least for your Grace: Breathe your Milestones well
Knowing such Skin beneath a Youthful Orb
Of Smoking Clouds or Rowdy Skies befell
Reap Divine Benefits by your Absorb.
This Speech too Blown - too Televised release
If Words un-reviewed provoke War or Peace.

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Sympathisers breed then seek for Revenge
Due to these Hassles which caused some to Fear
Of this Price my own break my Deeds renege
For my Passions burn their Punishments sear
Should these Rumours prove else leave you in Peace
Or bite these Days still your Business go numb
Such Energy managed yet out of your Fleece
Painless, Soothing then Decay my Thoughts dumb
Thus the Harper: The Sum of his Portrait
Urgently prescribed for a Fresher Life
To skip Addiction; Else hook a Finer Bait
One whose Wheels spin naughtier than his Strife.
Dramatic, this Bug - soon stomped by one's Shoe
Till he Bleeds more Sense than the Avid Flu.

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Dear Child of the Flesh your Sacrifice pure
All for your Push to this High-End Pursuit
Numb your Aware its Ending Line demure
Purge all these Benefits from your Wanted Fruit
Though of Age, still Raw your Seeds germinate
Whilst Roasting the Lamb these Hawks fly to bite
When the Dharmapala's Warnings come too late
Then disrupt his Program for Full Life despite
Still by this Wish for Superstition's Core
Your Full-Circled Tale many still Subscribe
That by Virtue in Truth your Life accord
Such Plombs do seep as True Friendship imbibe.
Courage at least, your Preteen Age devise
As these Merchants still Exploit your Advise.




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To where Beauty's Plans by Faeries reborn
You, First-Named Maiden, inherit Dad's Cast
Which is by Good a foremost sense bylorn
Renew your Best Face from Time's Honoured Past
I meant this well; If for Forest's reveal
The Box called Identity I beg to know
Perhaps by then should my Letters proseal
And release this Magic upon your brow
Now, when the Moon does shaunt its Thirsty Head
And begs for a Sip from the Fluid's Sun
Shall we take this Pram; And skip Dots instead
Then turn to Savour these Tidbits for fun.
I know. These Words - frilly my Thoughts do Play
Just to lend your Plomb and Promote your Day.

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This Saint whose Letters bear Prime in Youth
Like that such my Verses appreciate
And Hand by Clock's Divination sprays Truth
Prevent my own Good Deeds depreciate
How Frequent be your Sprinkles for Good Praise
Which by Volumes soon Tampered for Debate
Yet as Pure Models breed Tolerance raise
Urge me in Trust extend your Honour's sate
Father from the Miles; By then your Heart plombs
What other Morsels must my Bowl offer?
Stoppered at that - Tongues inflamed by their Combs
Still Burst your Berries by Love, dear Elder.
It seems by now that First Names make Sense
Though Birth-Year's Stamp your Longevity hence.

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