So sing the spinners
Of lackrymint folly,
"The dew of the done is the 'Laid'."
But savor the grace-knots,
Of thoughtsal Sir Kno-Heed,
"Your stay here is shorter, now paid."
My wack-grin is bolder,
With knowledge of twisties,
With fervorent type-glans so splayed.
Though sit them each shoulder,
Me drawn so, and quartered,
I'm happily split,
and well played.
well played,
well played.
Adorncraft doth leave me,
Her ***** done heaving,
This over is moving,
This over is moving.
this lover
and losing
is crossed.
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 11:48 PM UTC
So sing the spinners
Of lackrymint folly,
"The dew of the done is the 'Laid'."
But savor the grace-knots,
Of thoughtsal Sir Kno-Heed,
"Your stay here is shorter, now paid."
My wack-grin is bolder,
With knowledge of twisties,
With fervorent type-glans so splayed.
Though sit them each shoulder,
Me drawn so, and quartered,
I'm happily split,
and well played.
well played,
well played.
Adorncraft doth leave me,
Her ***** done heaving,
This over is moving,
This over is moving.
this lover
and losing
is crossed.
no ends in the bends
of circular friends
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