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State Of Lips

Our salvation taking

another high-life (Lip)

The middle-income lip

Our lips leaked

Being possessed the kiss

on empty

 

Humpty Dumpty sat

on her Lego lips

Singers the Talking Heads

Where are the feds to late

Those stolen lips

State of a wedding trips

Rainbow chalk the state was

on lip nightmare call

Being stalked (Lumber Jack)

 

The devil filler up poverty

The world being pulled

Push her lip up

                    > >

 

Arrowsmith bow and arrow

                    >>

  Losing elasticity lips go

UPSTATE gravity

 

"What an under(state)meant"

"The press (God Bless)

    the golden child

     lips filling in

       the gaps

What!! no comment"

 

 So sad we need the happy

Irish lad too many

    Sugar Dads

lip recession deadlines to meet

The curveball

Another sip we joined the

Navy but eyeshadow deep-over

the edge gray

The Seal had an unusual tail

Her lips fast food drive smashed

Her Meal

 

The peace lips blew far away

"Medieval Swords heart lips

            will pay"

Times come and go its excruciating

Lips went too far always mating

Imitating people takes a whole village

Of pain

 

But the spiritual blessing rain

In Woodstock concerts

What perks to gain

The acid trip music we can

sip each other's lips

    Now if this wasn't passion

What a state got smeared

Like a crime scene

of fashion

Her lips could rise

Like the Millenium

         Max

Playing the jazz sax

Still the income tax

 

But the state in a crisis

of sales tax

Star a stage minimum wage

All the states we travel her lips

The water stays refreshing where

On her body, he really sees it on

her lips nowhere else

 

***How many states can you

count on your finger

Long lip Ranger

 

**The Victoria Secrets

The Tra la the bra's on the

Five-star Hilton Hotel

hanger**

 

Holding onto her guns

Going right or to the left

Powerful lips he went

off the cliff

 

Getting Burned and

the State tax

You earned

The Swearing

Her lip talk so caringly

Can we move her lips to

another state more cautiously

How her hips look like

they will inflate

 

I am not a painting by

your candlelight fate

I felt like a tax right off

Taxi yellow race her lips

on the meter money bluff

I ended up in the state of

Michigan

Tricks are ****

Like a lip magician

 

Kentucky home was barrels

of Bourbon

**I never said I wanted a drink

my name is Robin**

Going to Deleware

what hardware did anyone care

So humble like the bumblebee

She was way too soft as her software

 

Have gun we travel but have lips we rumble

 

We need courage this world of states

can be savage

Gold bonds of "Dynasty European"

top dollar vultures mean

funds that's a grand entrance

 

Now I see how these states

start to unravel

California here I come right

back where

my lips started from

 

Her upper society lip could use

Champagne and caviar

The star was getting fat a nice trim

Grumpy beard make it a

short tax cut with him

Text and tweets no lip sweets

Rocky Colorado mountain men

 

French lips played art

Like Van Gogh perfect 10

Scenic route crazed

So many states should

be sued overly sexed suites

 

In Alaska, she was on a freeze

 

All the money in the world she got New York Token

 

All I asked the waitress

for State fair pie

My lips could have

used *Sweet Peach * so

pucker up

Don't be a sucker

Alabama state trooper

in Kansas City

 

What a spell click of heels

 

Georgia is always on my mind

Is New York only a state of

Frank Sinatra singing mind

What a big foot in her mouth

Nancy Sinatra dark lips Goth

State boots softly made

for loving that's just

what lips do one of these

Days my lips are going to

gloss all over you

Who's the Boss

So fasten your lip belts

The spiritual state always does the cross

 

Bumpy ride (Bette Davis) Eyes

Taking a trip to the end of the

boot of Sicily vineyards

Whats mine Jailbirds

She cut her lip when she was

in (Connecticut Movie cut)

On the Mystic Seaport lips were

getting hot ****** fit

Like a state disease fire pit

State of a lip disaster

But the state couldn't

resist her

Ending up in Arizona

Something is swizzling

it's not Kevin Bacon

 

Make no mistake when you plan

a state trip you better have your

weapon ready

Mafia bullets Bonnie and Clyde

they rob Banks money Lips*

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Written by
robinHelloRow
F
Published
Aug 7, 2018
Lines·Words
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Stae of mind we are traveling again but our lips will be the walking the yellow pages old news Staes can rock up she has the Wizardly Oz shoes

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#spiritual#lips#mystery#adventure#suspense#romance
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