Then on the turn,
When the the eleventh was born,
I picked up the horn,
And put the charm on;
Tense, anxious, unsure,
I listened, intently,
To what the airwaves bore,
Pleasantly surprised, heavenly;
This one, velvety
Most amazing tone,
Dripping from a creamy cone,
Bothering, subtly, on **** grins
What to admire,
The complicated complexity,
Or the cheeky conviviality?
Hmm...cold fire.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 8:17 AM UTC
Then on the turn,
When the the eleventh was born,
I picked up the horn,
And put the charm on;
Tense, anxious, unsure,
I listened, intently,
To what the airwaves bore,
Pleasantly surprised, heavenly;
This one, velvety
Most amazing tone,
Dripping from a creamy cone,
Bothering, subtly, on **** grins
What to admire,
The complicated complexity,
Or the cheeky conviviality?
Hmm...cold fire.
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