know nothing I.
Doth aspire to fly. free and
flap my wings to so be.
But.
Established mountains restrict my view to be.
a soaring eagle.Respectfully I. I..
Give my lunch to the bully/bounder
whom I know not.... fully. Save the powdered wig and knickers. Lard assed *******
Structure ? constipation. Has me counting my fingers. As neurons fire.
Bright and unique. I miss the moment. while counting my toes.
The eye missed the sparrow.
as I navigate the narrows. The beauty or the reef.
I am the unwashed masses.
Of strong aroma and stench
Counting tuppence and lice.
At the mercy of mice.
Pythagoras and his ilk traded in parched
calculations.rightfully.
Precision is a thing of beauty.
Spontaneity is freedom. true creation.
Amalgamous.
Nuff respect to the missive and crew.
Had so many children she didn't know what to do.
Kept them in a pumpkin shell.
There she kept them very well.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC
know nothing I.
Doth aspire to fly. free and
flap my wings to so be.
But.
Established mountains restrict my view to be.
a soaring eagle.Respectfully I. I..
Give my lunch to the bully/bounder
whom I know not.... fully. Save the powdered wig and knickers. Lard assed *******
Structure ? constipation. Has me counting my fingers. As neurons fire.
Bright and unique. I miss the moment. while counting my toes.
The eye missed the sparrow.
as I navigate the narrows. The beauty or the reef.
I am the unwashed masses.
Of strong aroma and stench
Counting tuppence and lice.
At the mercy of mice.
Pythagoras and his ilk traded in parched
calculations.rightfully.
Precision is a thing of beauty.
Spontaneity is freedom. true creation.
Amalgamous.
Nuff respect to the missive and crew.
Had so many children she didn't know what to do.
Kept them in a pumpkin shell.
There she kept them very well.
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