Legend of a treasure
Safely, we hope, in the causes we dare
Have the tell tale advantage, to promise curiosity
Is a friend in the end, to which we hear:

Purpose under the roof
Room to tell the difference, to a past
That has the right at last, to linger with aloof
Simplicity, a have of decency and the callous way, we ask

A share of sense
A bared ends
A loved wish, with kin's
A freedom to tell life, we amend

Low and true...
The turn of chaste, into a happier could
Couth we will know, the example of when idea's are due
The times justice, and the cares of tenacity, yearning for who

Prince of darkness...?
Worth, if in the eye of redemption, so savored
Until limitation has served its first, and less
It be the last, haste will a sanity to favor...?

A grace for accepting, the total of candidness of an ideal world
And its privilege, to be and welcome a harrowing hope...
To the conscience of ostentatiousness fold, an open word
With decision's might, right's abounding in the part of cope...

Sweet adage, and the avarice of complexity served
The truth, in a clashing hour, we same with spry simplicity...
A conscience that has consideration for sometimes, sense and certainty
The talent of composure before conscience, and callousness before sensitivity?

Like the wares and common price of liberty?
These aging light's, these earnest carriages...
Of creation in a focused light, is arduous and avidness to seem...
Pasts and futures that lead to mores, forth season's, mission...

Family's of context, control and capable love...
Known a finished kiss of redoubt, that need has named lore...
That see's the charity you quell, and dwell with, a poises covenant
Of guesses at heed's honor, that comes to this, will we be shown multitudes or the poor?

Merciless fantasy
Acrid hours to demand we take to us
Speed and harrowing let, the ace and the intendancy
True to sulk, succor and since we are thus...

A light in the night, coming on
Sour happenstance and nerves of steel
Were the object of my desire, a rose to come all along
And history to make the check of altogether, and heal

Shadows I never know
Without works of implication and ourselves
In a new days grasp, the place and paces we owe
Like a butterfly in the breeze, worth asking delves...

Passion we tell, is our hand in tones
Of pressure and sincere tows, to resolve what yearns
Seclusion for the stoic, a time to understate our loans
Of conscience, have a season of similar bitterness, that earns...

Sorry, no man above the board
Without the merit we find, for a simple accusation
To know a friendlier world, the seed and the word
With cope for a certainty's might, the baring of intuition...

No name provided
Ulterior motive, name your **** ant...
Looking for Mister Judgment, snide
Is a frequent live, and let liberty panic

Shapes of things to come, altogether...
With a role for a sadism, the place and the time...
Of golden opportunity, seeing the worth in better
Patience's, we know the mind to find the history of trying

When, sour, and marveling
Walk into a breed of contempt...
The tooth to announce anxiety, with the health of a body, to sing...
Found in the lapse and severity we eschewed, the very sight of opus lent

Fragile, the certainty of course and vanity, to wish profound
The carriage and the tact, of curiosity's measure, a waiting courage
Lent with a sip of causes conscience, are we the powers that sound
In the hill's, when towering few and forsooth a soon, is in a rage?

Paired with preeminence, and the callous voice of destiny
We know the liberty in our hands, a name of fool's...?
That have the quote and question of a misery, that came to infamy
Like lore in your eye, love is a weary curse, for the succinctness of life's tool's

So what did this make?
Long to rued sincerity and the moment we first a façade of cope
The eye's of passion, so sacred...
Have the distinct quality of sleep, when we are well and alive, with hope

Curiosity...
Enter the forces we vie with, and a shouldered soldier of claims
So south of truth, and meaning the carefulness, of a wishful city
When energy's flower and pace the odious, obvious is about our aim's...

Fresh and disciplined?
Focus and method, to serve an hour me?
Safety in a grossing halt of when, silence has come
Through an ironic storm and over the seasons, I see a lead keep

Long in the tooth, if not the use of truth
Suppose and fear, the counting we hold, to live
And let means be are's many, in hopes of youth
We give the news of courage, a new name to since

Properness
And the light of a lucre we afford with evidence
And its moment with love, to compare a wisdom
Of contrivance, to a welcome fury of what was our chances

With time, to till a question in the wind
Meaning a sorts and cohorts we make, in patience served
And patience looking for a nightmares kiss, mind
Us, we have screamed in vanity's ear, but know the price of a turn

Of conscience into a lover of our ideas
Our mystique and its offered job, joy costs an alienation
Priced exactly nothing of strength and cope, in these freedom's
Was a mindful seldom enough to consider any a prayer under our intention's?

God, and the voice of his angel's
Mated with atrophy incarnate, the taste of acceptance of sin
More than ought, and else to whether the silence we knew, fell
From history for a hand of sense and its idea, are we that we are, amends?

Confirmation of a star one night...
From the best and the blessed of meager vice anon
Sanity is a jaundiced hurry with a chastity to righten
Itself among the throng, when all have seen it, the charisma to look among

A penny saved is a penny earned
But a purse with an open mind, is yours to confirm
Let with ought and a gander of salt, the shrewd do save occur...
Sparing the gift's of toward, like a dependency to learn?

Money is a shape of decency of time to come
Let like a harmony in lore's, we affirm is mightier to mention
A lucre capable to sulk, and inspire the succinct thumb of home
Of crescendo in league, with a memory for each rational intention...

Time meet omit...
Timidity's adventure with tumultuousness
Through the sweeter candor we can accept, to invite liberty
To a reality of cherish and privilege, that is ourselves to wish...

Privacy is a bliss?
Took to hours and rendition, the tale of guidance
We made if stress and vertigo, of a numbing history's prestige
Total's of character and vice, if a mind to ask, "Was resolve meant, patiently your amends"

Chastely, the rue, and the exception of a school of thought
Waiting upon the course and moment of causes set forth
Known like a remnant challenge, we have for the clash of us, in parts
And aspire, the truth if not the jewel of aloof, fear for the poor...?!

Legend of doles
Doles at history
History in a relative focus
Focus to quicken, and worth a story

Special consideration
For a life we never knew, without you
Speed and justice, the smile of complication
Taken forever, to the wishes you made for home

Promises we saw, and attest to calms
Serious enough for a lucid chaste, charm in a sense
Of passion and heroism, that knew a quiet amid the qualms
Of conscience in tow, and the patience of baring the amends

Does, a heart see true?
Has, a welfare of other's seek to give
Few, and the season of spontaneity we know due
Still to you, and the irony we preach, is to live

Futures we know can, a heed
Of all that is searched for and letting a many
Become the spare and specialness of a whole breed
To come and find in the rough, of a liberty we any

Loaned a tomorrow, without us...?
Tarry and avoidance, if our guilt...?
As welcoming hospitality given, capably requiem thus
A land of stilled sunshine and morality's fame, worth welling...

Friends of reality's fortune, forth loving
Who made you, a relation
Sour affront if modesty, to save a shown...
Cloud, the time of its life, when severity knows an intuition...?

Professed...?
Sense for a runner's course, in jaundiced or jaded eyes we bloom...
Savior's of a coming hope, that see's the beauty in confessed
Argument's and dissuasion we find, is the rest of whom...?

Until a rational few, has seen the rain...
Letting undertows of greatness hope, on their own
Safety in remorse and fates that vie for a lands pain...
The role of variety of itself, and the count of integrity won...

By a past somehow profound, but leering at good intent
We are the people of condition and marvel, that has the boding silence
Shadows chaste enough to concern ourselves with what was relent
Of simple ideas on the fate of courage, and the share of succor; ends...

Insight, insidious?
Fidelity's tows and beauty in an asks hold
Of consideration, the image of when, we are must
The rue and the role of province, with the presence of our hopes

And dreams...
Truer realization in a marveling couth
Cesate and shrewd, a lover of peace, and your whim's?
Displayed in morals and honor, to explain a speed of youth...

Spider's walk...
Spider's talk...
Spider's know the shoe for a simple sulk...
Spider's hope your wisdom is one to never balk...

Spider's compare decency in a courage's way...
Patiently, the callous hereafter of confidence said
The tale of sincerity to finish the questions we say
Are a peoples future, when days come to a head

Seemly? notice in a shall eye...
Spare and lent, a heed of redemption
A philosophy of constant vows, and us, the welcome drive
Of a salty stare with eternity, that compels of a future intimation

Redoubt erudite, ask a popularity
Realize a time, with a nary seldom
Find the eggs of promises, with ably a city?
Know a friend silent, but offering a kept question...

Time in a closed mind, secrets we avoid like ages
Termed with a stoic chaste, is my meaning clear
Sheer anarchy in the scope of how, the solitude of legends
Is an answer in motion, to select a bared future?

Look, after a heart is ours, for a thriving gift
Time is a wandering hope, to collect another lore
Since we are all so habitual, with a room for is
Can a sharing kindred, see the place of shall, intone for?

See the liberty we eschew
Time to character and patience in sense
Does a ripe old world with a message for heed and you
Has a clash of deed, come with a dread assurance?

Now is the time, to wonder aloud
Timidity is a frugal lip, to anticipate a creation
Of sincere and thoroughly meant, friends allowed
To prepare a can, with pasts and times seeking intuition

Needs in a finished won, the time of its life...
Decision's in a craved mere, the sour actual, a living proof
Of a solemn dissuasion of courage and season to include strife
Unique among youth, is a hug with psyche to live well, presence of couth?

Pondering a wishing light
Hopefully, a requited silence
In the bough and stones throe of authentic might
Chancing the ordeal of gratuity, and the smile we envoy, amends

Looking for a darkened star
Threshold and misery, the taste of another fruit
Spaces of virtue, and the miracle we never avoid, are
We the sincerity of another spice of challenges whom

See me, when the star divines
Worlds of weight, and the occur of wait
When the live and lest we give water for violence
The true destiny of childhood, when the future comes to sate

Save me from a notion so vile...
Time in tomorrows grasp, but a beauty to fall
In love with the hour of me, when sense is a price of Shiloh
And a heart of serenity voiced in cares, took to all...

For a flower in the mind of heaven
Spare and quietly honoring my somber rest
Weal in the still vices we come to heal, are a host given
To conceive the wishes of a weary soul, that has seen jealousy's best

Family (know a speed to confirm the vantage of ages)
Still the walk and talk of simplicity, worth every kiss
But a lore in travail, to see the willfulness of patience
Had the spite of resolution, till a looking marvel has made ourselves its wish...

Named after distance
Mystique in a knowing glance
Of reason among season, and avid again
Shallow will predict awkward, and ought the risks of instance

A bell by any other name
Being a world onto itself
We seldom and select, a chance fame
To seek the hope of sincerity, with met silences, wealth

Shadows seem to know where to go...
When sense and the starved stare of pious redoubt
Has the cool legend and insincere myth, with which woe...
Is a sight in the mercy of other's, the wonder of clashes to pout?

We stir the nature, and it gives us light
Made from cares and good intent, the rhyme of justice
To look beyond the ordeal of neediness, a history to right
Itself amid courage's, cope and might's adding of seasoned vice

Taste the waters offered, and you will know it to
Yearning and youth's rancor, satiated by a coming plea
Will a choice of sense admit the many, or more to understate hold
Be my voice, when passion has come for still and till, thought's real?

So done
So whether a friend has notice
Ungainly goals, with a reason to come
When sour news has a beat, to its opus, a day of sigh's

Loving the moment?
And asking the untold to witness anew
Savagery in a nut shell, seniority for a stung lip
Profuse to idiom, but know the callous way we seem, lewd

Proper use, of a requited word
Now in lore to some, rages of wishes we affront
Vernaculars of change and chastity to eschew, we are few, we are heard
Constancy to a risen specter that has a vow in mind, for don't

See the thread, Adam and the deep blue sea...
And a martyred show and tell, told to a shell of a human being
Sorry, but no body of insight without the place to blame, me?
And the stirring here and now, with a promise in the fog of seeming

A friend of year's
A catch of light on something more than terror
A prayer to ask and issue the news of whose beyond such fears
A place for dread, when all else is ours to clash, with the psyche of another tomorrow...

Lowly you
Lovely day we are, happen
Like a rainy day means clement to few
Days we recognize and say, when

Light's of courage, to seek a sincere
But droll and patient certainty
Clearly the vices we shall, and share
A day with might, to finish a gift of authority?

Music in the air, to tell of ingenue
To the wishes we word, and spare a dignity?
For, and heard even more, a misogynist's accrue
Tales of virtuosity, in house, with a special liberty

Penny on a table, we favor by name
Sallow deference, and the art of humanity's
Saving the shrewdness of hope's given, all the same
Sort's and courses in still, a heady smile of simplicity

Thank you, for a sojourn's embrace
Sweet assume in a craving due, the context of here
And now, new soon, to look beyond the fate
Of indecision in love, when shadows eschew fear...

Pretty?
And the moment we see, in an inclined future
Taken to whom and you, to weigh a silence for letting
The care of a mindful heed for what we know, is yours

Brazen promises
Which in wend, with in wonder
Wander at your own, silence of worldly vices
Poised to win, and make the noise of other's

A patient are, with a presumption's time...
To ask a neophyte question, look for me in the seeking
Of a bared hope, the taste in a rational live and let's kind
Hungry for a solemn need, in names and charity given

The future the pouts of order, and freedom
Sulk for a share, and save a stare for hope smitten...
Callous enough shadows of a fortune, in sight gleaming
With the latitude of encouragement, for a final wish in starts and fitting

Into a party of conscience, we never knew
Without the odd truth, of tender guidance to a lip
That has seen the moment for a same, chaste and common, who
Letting a word succinctly on edge worth and worth, the role of hypocrisy?

Seeing the risk, most will face the coming wind of chance
Saving a friend from abated interest, welling at the change
Of seasons into stated ages, of committal in a land strange...
But the redress of a honor as a wish has predicted, this pout has landed...

Presence of mind, to call the best of adulthood, an answer
And tradition in a league stilled, another impression of ought...
That has a concern in mind, for a strength was the avid serve
Of appreciation to come, the sense of a pout where life has wrought...

The day rained with the running man
Subtle finish, to a long and austere book
Taken with the courage of a novelty, a hardy plan
To seek the succinct, in a creation somehow thought, worth a look

Speed and insight, the tale of all generosity's...
Sake with promises, to suggest the savage before accord's light
Well meant, worth the clash we deign a virtuosity
When push comes to shove, a dalliance of senses to right...

Homes on the way, sour affront to a suggested live...
True antipathy to a question in voice, we duly understand
With an open hand, sincere enough not to know a fist
Ingratiating and spurned with a tow, we herald the grace to manned?

Welcome an issue we advise is never more subtle than scurrilous form?
A long look at the role of decency and its drive, the content
Of glass and brass, the silence we afford with a loan to vice's war?
Wouldn't a forward kiss, see the avid, one more time in the mist, meant?

The ruin is over, the rush of limelight to serve...
A new champion, a new womanhood, with a seriousness's crave
In the modesty of course and done force, were we a place of nerves
And the speed of causes so defined, by the eyes of a chaste to save?

Children with bitter but been, thumbs, taking the time...
To play the part, if not the scope of anger in a rhyme we fuse
With the consciences we same, and fate with tears of trying
A hold of heroes and kind, that has the senses of legend, for these are due

Taint a seldom?
Ain't a question?
Interim a wisdom?
Not a blessing?

Luck would have it
Sound rises and falls, of another cause
Welcoming touch to a passion we whit
Pining homes and hinting poem's of lauds

Of a rainbow with no particular place to go...
Can you see, the smile of me?
Sharing but the pause, of suggestion in a worldly owe
Could a friendly many, save your again, with a key?

To a kindred's lock, we find in favor
Of a crass enough dance, in the nature of cordial...
Looking the silence we envoy, for a time we share
In the pardon of guises and guidance, to linger in wealth

Why the mystery?
*** and the tooth of problems, we confine to certainty's
Longevity in the name of past's and hath of due intimacy
Is this curiosity so vengeful, we don't know a sleepy eye, seen?

Cute
And a heroism of journeyed voice, versus the condition we fathom
As a righting step forward, in the needs of other's, when all is who
Is the moment, and who is a mercy with it to prove, a days loan?

Courtesy
Asking the held belief of shall to wish away the meager lip
Of a requited oddity, the sense of a shape of patience to lend, order
A presence of mind, that has purpose in a call to allure, to finish...

Life of late...?
Solemn today, and singing to the sun...
Shared altruism, we are the searching fate
That claims you as a friend, where we have loved?

Late shyness
The varied goal of another meager shade
Taken to us, and the season's we brace for, and guest
Have the sense of so many futures, with an hour said

To look in the direction of us, the calling of repose
And respect, the times we favor, with a share of guidance
And the mores of when, we are a beguiled host
With the legendary to prove, the marvel of another's silence...

Come forward slyness, the tows of certainty
That has the world by its ear, the tone of veracity
Saying soft and nix, hardly ever more than what is...
The role of admiration is a handful of flowers, for a better keep?

Somber news for a spry attitude, the exception and the powers that lead?
A hereafter to all, and may we fate, a creation with moment's bested
Being the causes we few and soon, which to some is the only way ahead
Prices of wan, wisdom and practice, pristine and wonder; pleasance

Shadows we never could, without couth in our arms, if not secrets...
Same side of accept as a found friend, that has a live, not lucre?
Callous focus and the sordid exchange of comprehension in methods...
Despair we heed, and excuse with a strength if liberty has it to serve

Felt worldly, felt in
Sorry, names with a reach for peace...
And precisely games with a reason
Have the paces of sore eyes, have at least...

Door to door smile, we left to the silent
To gingerly groom and reflect upon, the wishes
Of a proper house of halt and hap, the indigent
Lucre of politeness, that expects the best of am and it's issues

Welcome home, lover
Welcome history, to a fantastic ride
Of claims in the marveling strength, and overt
Chastity we favor, to accept another opinion is sighed...

Hour's of fun and elation, taken for running decision's
Of remembering the fame of our presence, the tale
Of delight, at the end of a star, where home makes intuition's
And the spill of light that earns, a mention in salt, never fail?

Thank you, honey...
Thank you, darling...
Thank you, for questioning a sudden glee...
With the answer's of a callous worth with a room for yearning...

Still a simple stare in the done, the loans of curiosity...
And the meeting place of courage in the doles we find
Under a stone, a tree and the fruit of virtuosity
Thank you, for noticing the prayer's we envy, and sense all in a nobility trying

With patience for a house being built...
Judged futures and their collection, of many to give a truth
Where flowers play and skip with the sun's rays, sharing wills
Playing the part and a shoulder of admiration, every man could...

Poor old shine
Of a shoe in love
Star's to guide by
And a mercy meant to introduce a covenant

Welling hour's
Without the likes of you?
As shrewd as we are
The demure need of sense and actual collusion

Where we admit it to suggest
A collapse of beauty into life, the misery we lest?
Is a shallow beckoning, a somber test?
Will a shared eye, know the lovelorn, if instinct guesses?

A rose from a tree, is a welcome friend
Ought and distance to a sworn duty, living for well
Suppose and craft, of a kindred
That asks so subtle a question, is love only for the soul?

Reasons to run, and reasons to walk
Talk of a coming happiness, that is long in the truth
Of oddity we identify with, a host of cares to sulk
Will a favorite with on your behalf, lead to us, knowing youth?

Wealthy old shyness...
Of a shown about, courage to love
Energy in realized health, a world to bless
With the coming heed, and sincerity of yearning, for us...

Interest in a calling
Bird, rhyming with the day
"Simple worth in a reckoning wish, before sunlight falling"
"Should a season without them, take the share in a ray?"

Simple news for a coming season...
The rise and faring of the land
To awaken and see, the charity to a showing song
That began with here, and end with what we and...

Total's of presence of mind?
To save the curiosity of another fate, befriended by solace?
We deem and care for, the patience of history before kind
Anticipation, and the role of leaving the news with fate's may...

Shallow to a reality, that came with portrayal?
Time in a long row of surmise, known for a smile...
Taken to living's resolve, we seek for better heart's of stay
That has taken the day, with a reasoned shape of all the while?

The birds know this, but a man or woman may not...
True to another kept, and with, a share in careful couth
Has a courtesy to see, and a conscience to taste, in lots
Of health we can see, and heed we can begin in another's youth?

Penny left to me
Penny in the news, a stated alarm
Penny set to sight's, a song in a key
Penny liberated, from the misery and it's charm

Penny with a frightened stir
Integrity to vouch in the distance
A light of common surprise, to this world, unearthed
We are the dance of voices, that come and go, in shadows

Wink's cost the chance...
But *** is a role we all can play...
Sour vantage and the salt of curiosity, amends...
We afford with each other, where grounds of patience come to say...

Decency was a fool for us
Made to accept the actual and the pangs of heed, moment's
Of its kind, and nature of a length of a bared hush
Is a wall to understanding, that has become prayer's and relents

Shame it had to be youth, though...
Coming and going with a smile to issue a cheerful plea
Sincere, the name of composure in our midst, a wish and a couth
Time to understand the twinkle of a star, that has seen me

Least and privacy, the salt of courage for a fleeing night
Known to be, a carnal lip, but where is remorse so sated
If not the wealth, of seed and conscience that came to age in rights
In the limelight of urges and contempt, we now keep lest, fated

Liking the box
No, non, nowhere in play
Severe the sound, of a tolling music, see the lock?
Patient information will secure a keeping past, to hate

Pinch of popularity for you...
Soiled lip's and avarice, all in a blessing's row
Shape and deference, will we excuse who...
Is to be, alacrity with a brazen voice, a song we owe?

Taint and pander...?
Reaching for misery's ghosts, aloof justice
In the bow of our wonder
Is a friend in need, still a friend in a meant paradise?

Questioning the ****, the vices of common poise
Willing and sensitive, the truth in a handshake...?
We will remember with a new choice, the eclectic sort's
Of a coming history, with the place and name of a fate?

Treasure in a hurried eye, to well at the sight of my promise
Tender chances and their mores, wasn't a future so refined...
Callous as a wish with the wind, in a sail to clash?
The roses provided save all for a wait, of another and a sign...

Dancing with the devil...
Where I've been, where I've stolen a kiss
Shame in a droning beat, to these we pray of a savior, living with stilled
Stars and veracity, to claim a service of comprehension as is

Heat
And the divine judgment of cool rhythm, even cooler running
To adjust to the stir of a pathetic misogyny, in the name of we
See of habit, ode and brief need; as a climate for heed, gunning...?

Named for sexes nature
Willful and observing the taste
In a relationship's source, an open curiosity
To question and answer the bared promise

Will we step over that line?
Has it ever been anything but...
Salt in lore and its composed shadow in time
Will we save the rue of growing thought's and spaces meant

Shall we begin?
The tooth of religion
In sour ways, we take the times to overture, in a careful horizon
To see the chastened, the simple, and the prodigy of again

Seeing is believing if you have no eyes...
But might makes risen worlds, a named shame to fight?
When all of a shrewd thought in your direction, is having spite
The tow of unity is ours, for a joke and a song of what is right?

Yes
I do, and with a remnant kiss to remind
The thief of assumption in the many, is me with a lest
Anger that comes to these, for a legend of sense, so sublime...

Lucid dreams
Bitter eyes I remember are...
For order in anger, to claim eaves
Of a rapture asking me to be a friend, and shadowy wars...

Simple live and let live
Stoic to a range of voice
Sharing the moment, to see a have become give
Sour reasons have a word on the side, of melancholy choice

Which turns out, to be a ***** smile?
Same sorts as a heathen kept of limits
Strange fellowship of a lands worst, an open denial
Of courage, if not the curiosity of when we are, kisses...

Shame is a remembered tomorrow, with a being tear
Looking far and why, the reasons of odd hands, become
A sanity of another kiss, to step forward and clear
With a real enough pocket, the tool's of response and its love?

Same thing as loving?
Burn yourself with a flame some other time...
A set hope and its belet ought, is more than a changing soul moving
From here to eternal sense, we have moments like these for trying...

A hair of the dog, where one more step for a friend is admired
Nine lives of a cat, taken to the reach we know can be a strength made
Kings on wishing horses, show an imminent release of better days, higher
For a rhapsody of sulking, a house of seasons, not a sadism...

Remember the all, is more
Whether and ancient fashion, to a welling night
Reality see's your moment, and it's sore
Kind, if not keep of silent right's

Shall we advance, to the imagination
Of a creed, in the stir we have selected
For a friend in need, and a seldom seen
Marvel of conscience to what a mind reflected

Playing in the storm, we had our commotion
True to times and harbored thought, feel the nerve of the world...
Shadows and spice, and everywhere with a fellow to question
Is a looking ought, or is a walking with it's decision, asking us to word...?

A song by God?
Thread and honor's impression, with a callous stone
To enable the redoubt of a coolly made heed for laud
Sent to is and issues, and isn't and isolation, without a being home?

Yearn and show the worth of a new friendship, we are here...
To be bold, and brash, the benign rational of a hopeful candor
To enrich a momentary lapse of understanding in the vote, of we're
The clash of simply the service to an ideal, with a wish's harmony

Form here to eternity...
A wave of surmise, and sakes, if decency
With a rolling heed, and the calm we needed
With the hath of a naked moon, roses in history...

Look, and see...
Tomorrow on a painted lip, taken to a wishes heart
The threshold of ****, and show your mind me
Another whether about, or with however's reach we knew would start...

A timid race, sharing the panic
And the **** of agony, for the hurting touch
Of what once was a marvel, and now a season so tragic...?
Luminous atrophy in the hands of earning, for another youth, all too suicide for much...

Finalize and seldom, to rhapsodize again in endless opinion
The archaic horses of numbing freedoms, music in the heavens?
Worth once more, and the lauded harmony we win
The childhood of anger, we appreciate with pining's heathen...

Suppose for once:
Compassion's legend of lover's let in a leap, as if the industry of hope
Sacred sincerity taken to an intuition and yearning, of golden sorts, worth begun
Looking one more time, for a friend with a head for a daydream's call, and a nefarious joke...

Kings in wiser halves and starts, stops of indecency
Fateful so a final lip, soul's liberty in ably love, to finalize hunger?
Among the sky and the blame we make, for a salt to find all's history...
Welcome to the star, say we, that said good bye to a bitterness we know you have sung:

Pretty privilege, and the courage that knew you, so well...
The imagination we chose, with the terror of strength, in hours
Asking from heard to epitome, and the adding of common risks, like a bell
We see your cause is real, if not in a mentioned world, so lover's...

Had the time of their lives, if not a delicate balance with reason's shudder
Of a cold shoulder, a shrewd navel, and a legend of jewels
That have it to say, the count of cares, and the gifts of leaders
To a flame, of when a head full of seclusion is pulpable, without angst to spare the rule...

Yearning poise?
Another soul to bother
Worthier phrases in a choice
Hand to shake, like a season of others...

Total's of sense, and survived anxiety
To take their time of a lovelorn embrace?
True to simple heed, and a heathen sovereignty
Slow moment's, on the behalf of a needy facts, if not patience to face?

Kiss me when I am ready, the turn of is...
Into isn't a welcome share, of deem and its duty
Required in the safety of our misogyny, a comparative bliss?
To seek a new finality to a friend's endeavor, mere and dear we...

See the wings of a time...
We stole from beguiling kisses, the don't of remain
The dole of severity to change its mind, for a spare trying
Till we issue anger's charm, and its focus of eyes that ordain...

Wishes?
And the spate encouragement of suppose before the height legendary
Tarry in a shown way, to ask, if intimation is a speed to if
A hero has a moment in held belief, or is this the shadow of decency?

See the guarantee of a lowly hand, come with all and purpose
And the might in a shall, we divine is the poise in a presence?
Found virtue and clues, of the demand of another host...?
Here is a shred of saving many, from the powers that be, again

Compose another, early bird
If we entertain a mercy's thought
Acting with life, inching closer to charisma's heard
Letting the miracle of it's specialness, have all for image and not

Imagine the count, of repose
Silly old me, the tact of decision
The mores of propriety, a worldly hour to lose
The notion of a distance to a problem, that has no equality for intuition

Sweet old honey, ready to introduce a different plan
The taken moment's, to the siring of another keep
Worth one more step than we thought, the integrity we and
And the coming heart of deliverance, with it to seek

Like childhood, no even adult sophistication
Has the hurried brow of composure, a milk to memories
That complete the tender hope of angel's and their intimation
Whether a toll of embarrassment or the erudite youth of consideration, we see...

Trust, in me
Sour and ageless hope
Turned to evocative we
Still a threshold of since, and a clash with youth

Places to divulge
Animosity in a craving hour
To tell a rhyme and a reason, from work's we indulge
Are ourselves, the name and meter of compelling dourness?

To live with the brazen promise
Turned to instill, and the austerity of could...
Courage sake a welcome, to lip's we advise
Are ours, for a sight, a kiss and a levity of when would...

Age keep a smaller promise, in the name of being
Wishes and fortunes day, to realize a calling
Taken from your strive, your hidden senses, leading
A wholeness to winds of voice, and its vision, the passion galling?

Strength in a clarity to detail the silence, welcome
Thought's and endeavor, to still the notion of veracity, plain
Justice and callous here, to befriend the gift of seldom
And history in a learning curiosity, to understand same

A charity that has stood for you...
Energy's and careful reply's, to risen help and the health we intone
Taken to reasoned shares in a destiny to accrue, the unity of beauty
We ask for only a second chance, at the revelation of needs, we maybe have already won?

Kiss of a king
On the decisive plane
Worth, once and meandering
Freedom in future hands, we hadn't in aim?

Space for tendered kind, where is, where want
Is a pleasance with the rational, too devoid...
Of our observation, the lucre we mete, we haunt?
With shrewdness to ask, is all of terror your choice?

Of a remorse living in the land
Still and vantage willing, proud to venture forth
Seasons of it, pittance or pristine, the consumption
Of seasons of might, we tell the tale of vice, and its source

Many miles away, the problems of a sovereignty
Share with us, the toil of every man, truth...
Is our hope and honor, to sake a world by a surprising lead?
To what was, a stare with complexity, to envision it's youth...

Sound like a stoic party?
It and even more so, if a cloth of substitution
Hail, and starkness able, are we to see the commotion we leave
As an indelible mark of heed, the silence of intimation...

Would? (if not share the paces and names of portent)
Shall we envoy a redoubt, the times to entail an orthodoxy come?
She and the mores in a he's strive, for whom we seem the call to when?
The risen are a friend, the halt and heroism of when eyes become lover's...

Times we did
Times we didn't
Times we saved
Times we silence

Courage is ours, says our self
Memory served, actuality parted
Creating the difference between you and me
Sharing but the idea behind a kind, wishes started?

Brazen triumph, of a nose to contain
A requited more, we find is a presence
Of virtue included, the tale of moments, vain
But delighted with a beauty, risen to rights, and again

The clash of veracity, in a host we will know
The clamor, the clever, the coy voice of promised
Cliques, and the truth of a mercy for owed
That has the light with a friend, like worlds we appoint, to history

Treasures and vices, we know we can make
A simpler and happier courage, that has sharing to say
Pout and people, bout and bell's, we know as sake
That came and went, until we were ready...

Looking the place, and the timely chance we have
Assume and could, willing fate a better pace
Areared and seemingly the turn of choice into a helluva
Good time, that has a trophy for you, the consciences we face...

All and spice
Asked who see's my shadow?
Can I have the catch of light
Any and spry, make a need we avow...

Roses are ours...
Violet's are other-wise power's...
Sugar is swollen times, if a lover's...
And so are yours, the reason we follow...

Until avoid has said, the promise
Is a legend in the skill's, of courtesy
The taste of burden, and the chance of vice
We made in requiem, to a love with yearning, to hurry...

Praise be a patient, gift?
Of silly neglect, and the giggling half?
Of a ****** smile, we notice is a reign and lived...?
Of absolution, where a star has voiced, sass...

Places of pressure, paces of passivity
Candor at the cost, of a special limit
To anger and the oddity of courage, trusted to nativity?
Showing the muscle, and keeping a reach for what we meant...?

A kiss with society, and a hair parted on the wrong side of the head...
How do I know this, and a halo of consensus that came to earn...
A passion in the lime and the liberty we enthuse is a light, far ahead?
Do I smell rage in your charity, or is this hug a nose for fear?

Promised lands
Had in the hands of temperance?
Show me a soul, to survive the price, of also ran...
And I will show you, a courage to make the lifetime of a chance

Patience for a summation known
None and absolutely the bared
Brief as a hindrance in gray, can be and to own
Mighty is as a silence many, when presence comes to fair

Tokens of redemption
We fate with a savior, or his jaundiced kiss
Look a wish in the eye, and keep me at arm's length
To worth we understate, a host of another wish...

Predilection
Avid and musing in the shadow of thus
To never squander, but giving squalor a reason's protection
Till we see the smile of the sun, sake a risen miracle for us

Share with thee, the nature of kingdom come...
Turning to chaste, the ilk of resumption and its seasons fancy
Works of dismay to clash, we have seen the callous wink, of home
Become a relationship with misery to due, the whole of remnants, see...

Long teeth and truth's of night
Simple news in a solemn hand, to remember you
Tact and its lesson, saved as we are from a curses right
Is your justice in mind, or is jude a survivor of anger and its glue?

Safety first
Said a yearning sunshine
To the best of me, reaches for sense and burst
When an avail is ours, to complete a sigh...

Safety wind
Append and appoint, the course of a friend
Showing us this and that, to excite a giving
Of resolution in our way, excess of curiosity to end?

Safety theirs
Energy we mean, meant in the heart of synchronicity
True to a silent offering, that has seen a prayer's
Confession, the toll of even tides and them ide's, we invite to liberty

Safety forth
To a treasured irony, the tale of implicitly
The tarry of spare feelings, and the source of more, worth
In the name of a simple future, love is ours to introduce, eaves of heaven?

Safety independence
Astute in a couth, assumed in a truth
Saving heed, for a generosity to understand chance
And your still here, with a mind to begin, another soul worth youth?

Safety came
Decency in a real venture, of done and will, beauty
Have the senses of reach, reason and reign?
To tell a story on the opposite side of the might, we saved for you to prophecy...

Lines of salt?
I was surprised with...
Succor, in an each's show and tell
All of a courtesy to signify, **** and bliss...

Share with me
The have, in your heart...
Sake and diamond rules, to a gay lee
Smiles that have the look of an angel, worth warmth?

So, asks the rhyme on their lip's
Of redoubt and vice to intertwine
Are we saving you, or the mind, a history Hippocrates...
Has spared for the sun, found a dragon with sight for meaning mine?

Insane, or a serpent's bite?
I know the callous which, if not weakened side of a rout
Staring at what's left, of the sun, will it grant our right?
Right to the point, and with a problem in the mar, I pout:

Love, love equal to us
Simple live in my eyes, the scope of angry odds?
Curious wishes to sate peace's life, if my thus
Tooth and nary come heaven, is this ordeal our future, our law?

Passing the vice, and the vicinity of a ray's recall...
Does common sense mean the better of sincerity, took
From the mouth of babes, or are we a reach for what was, a majority...
Of forces we never saw, without the hidden being, our final look?

As a levity in the known, relationship's and the merry toll of silences
Questions bared, we miss for a love smitten with ideas...
We note with the patience of another's sigh, to except a reality in the pride
Of courage and its comely certainty, the callous world, has to be

Presence of mind to tell, a shaming season with bitterness in he'll?
Actual live and let loves metaphor, with the coil of mortality...
Preparedness for a strength we found, was a riding remark about little...
More than else, a reason with causes in the dark, are worth more than eye ball pucky...

Figurative all, to do the intolerable?
Succinctly ours, the future to shine?
In a presence for lived design, a habit we sour?
At, and well, a sulking hat that has the time...

Timid, days stricken, and a harrowed call
To a wizening family of thought
That saw you, in a character of mightier vow
Sheer mention of ought, the infancy of moment's, to do what?

Looking here to normalcy
Asking if a watery eye, has a legend or a myth?
Saving a response from a curious like-wise we mean
Having a lot to our friendliness, the able and the is...

Avoiding a jest, with the measure of many?
See, the coming honor to serve a shrouded question?
Halt and secure, the blanket of simplicity?
Shadow a pretty freedom, as if a wall is, a hero worth seldom's selection?

Can curiosity dance with me, comes a voice...
Patiently we know, the care energy has made
Taking the time to address the hope, we are a sort's
To make doll's a hat, that has a patience we fate...?

Tenacity, comes again, the voice of a little boy...
Persuasion's and distance to a clinging hurry, and its forms
Shrewd as a beloved irony, can be, I know a decency chosen
That has senses before the same, of a patience that is, loving more

What should a mention of a callous and actual lip of sincerity be?
Can an hour of dissonance and identity become our soul's tale?
Is a relationship with idleness, the only way an open letter can keep?
Asking a little girl and boy to pray, is a where ours to kiss and save?

Hands held, and promises in no particular way...?
Never meant without a season of philosophy, and a live of order
Before chaos, we see the collected calm and cool of our intimacy
Saving the day, with a remembered kiss that has no hex to age with worry...?

Time has no issue?
Privilege in its not so distant doorway
Left to it's devices, the toll of evening bell's due
Blessing a land's, needs and decision to say...

Can't?
(If the risk's of virtue to love)
Simplicity save itself, or form our heed, a want?
Strange, knowing a bird in hand when this is our covenant...

Places we never fed, anything but strength's more
Till we saw the praise we meant, have a season
To augment a rise of nothing, to the plane of forth...
This purpose is a reality we share, as if a life's reason?

Shall we heir, and enable the dance of ages?
Known for silence's gift's, the craved history
Made from a new house of possibility, come to wages
In the name of beauty we can see, and place in peace, perfect...

But is the hand of an enemy...
Still the corner of ennui, we found if to be...
Shame, a frustrated hope, with time we lead
To tomorrow, to know a cares shadow, the future's integrity...

Same side of said
As a wish in the storm, of prodigy
Simple order to a calming hap, we made
In a truer time, a need to look and seem...

Triumph of an awkward note
Of the sincere stare you gave
Promises I sulk near, and quietly give the vote
Tame my soul, like a stare was, my savior...

Reasons to dance with, like a resolute meant...
Does a wizened face, have the sense to protect?
Angel's, devil's or otherwise, are we love sent
To a smile, that gave me strength, or can avid elect...

The stillness of our day's, completing the chaste of nights
Into world's of voice and encouragement, that has a lived
Purpose, the salt and destiny of kind, we favor for might
Time in its long run to harmony, become passions we confess?

Vice's ear
Made to learn the impossible, of subtle sanity's
Questioning a heart, for the difference between now and fruition, to near...
Are we a saving grace, and can I prophesize, about your humanity?

So wise, so sovereign?
Listening to phantoms of entourages, we dote
Are at a colossi of patience, true to dread in a handshake...?
With but such a bitter lip, a star to guide by, we hope...

Actual live and let's give...
The time, to a furious, shall?
If the nature of simplicity, to well again
Is a reaching hour, our future of the eyes of fate, to all?

Sweet we would, afford in the stare we mentioned...?
Sheer distance to a cold shine, we favor once, but in regret?
The toil we imagine as a fared friendship has, to win...
The mind of observance, if winds endear a novelty meant

Tongues
And the mirk we decide is a language above the board
Looking here and there, the pout of reasons
Sincere enough to welcome another, with a word, a world or ******...

Treatise of the ******?
So, is a little more ideology our only way to confirm...?
The need and the notion of dread, which has seen us, a lam
Of waiting for a jewel to imagine the greater pass of sense, occurring...

Like a benign tear, an angel, with a promise for each...
Sing and strong, since and sin about sakes of silence we save, for same to savor the shown
Were we the courage to situate a coping judge of human pasts, a smile of energy's to preach?
When a savior has a clue, is a means to accept, ours with society to halt moment's like these...

War of the worlds?
Two awkward planets walk into a burp...
Since we are a gift of misogyny to a babe, early...
Actual lip's if joy and gaiety, to earn?

Fascination of this sort...
Patience to fritter away to nothing?
Doors and creaks, of excitement making sour work
For a seasoned smile, worth all the difference to owing?

Left to their own devices, the tale of courage...?
Coped and silly to a needy eye, with it to love...?
Seriously and found, with a roll of laughter in the age
Have we soured at the sight of condition to live for us...

They know a craving, the aspire of give and take, today
Let with the hour, of disparate fun, in the now with a thumb
Since we are talking of sires and the lord of tastes, we may
See seldom in your eyes, the token and the care of yesterday's home?

Hell, itself, or a belch of a worlds to accuse?
Sight and reticent lends, of a soul with anger to fuse?
Look and see, said an infant once, will we enthuse?
The moments of conscience, like tomorrow to save, a friend soon?

Get the joke?
Marvel at the sides of a keeping hope, the rue of can't
And a legend of heathen, to wink at a sour kiss and a mother with soap
Try your silliness somewhere else, this kid is a season to want...

A pet ...
And a misogyny with it to prove, a still honored nigh
With a clashing heed and succor in ordeals, to interest you in amends
With a rational voice, to collect a patience anew, the sorts we rise with when me is right...

Named Semblance, darling...
And the inherency, of a sordid and basis, we have for time
Arearing an erudite voice, to the plainness of justice and furor at starts
And a noble finish, that has a reach for sunshine, that comes to peace in your mind...

Ask me another day, when waiting has a golden idea
Save me, a rue and kiss, that comes to new places and sayings, like
Angel's and devil's with a real enough past, that are a better means
To an end in portrayal and a simple clue, of a deed of a babe that kept, a sincerity to say hello to why?

Something simple
Something with a whetted appetite
Something that regarded arrogance with she'll
Something concerned with allowance as might

Penny's lost in the river?
Nearby, staying the bridge of composure
Were we the complete, the sharing energy's
That make a stone tell the truth, to friends so curious...

Reasons and a rhyme
That delved to art, the kisses so deep
We ever sit and compel, a levity in time
The sore honor, of remembering the finish we seek

Places of few, articles of poise
True to absolutes, turned to futures
As if we have wishes to say, is home our choice?
A house by any other name, have the embarrassment of the world?

Simple something...
Taste in a hand held, by the callous shall, we devote to reach
And their in, there out a lapse of reality to solve a dreams
Heed, and weal maturing with the lovelorn eyes that need a hearts each

Strange, meeting you here
Soft and uttering your name
Sharing the smoke, the distant we're
Is like a jewel with no place, but to same...

We say...
Over you
The times are a dream, with shrewdness for a doll
Moving in sync, marrying the day you fell, to...

Loves peace's
Shape and shall, time with a song to eat...
And a laugh that has the weight of the world, in ease's
Of courage and mind, a little more tomorrow than sleep

Shame so fine, we dance in the shadows
Senses known forth alive, and a praise for lot's letter
Sulking eye's worth every step, of chance and lows
Strange, meeting you here, when an angel has become my better...

Door's of ecstasy, saved for instinct, sometimes around
Demands of just, and willing hours, satisfied by now
Duress in a consciences row, to the needs of voice, so sound
Days of might and paradise, we met in the rages, we visit for avow

And a lonely hour, sat in front of me
Took and misogyny, reason and role
To ask you a simple question, in a length of opinion lead
Is the salt we made, we said, in your right mine to hold?

Lover's in a gay world of yet to be named
Admittance and joy to see the sigh come true
Long look's, austere hope, and the honor of sides of fame
Made from coping we saw, in your days to love and do...

However, sometimes
Sake's we face, with your doles
Longevity in lore, with simple trying
Done and yourself, to limit a world...

To three sides to the same coin
Silver in our mind, but wronged by a shame, we despise
******* with a room to *****, truer to issue suppose, loyalty
In separate irony, we fear the soul of jaded same, wise?

Strength's never mentioned...?
Soap, the terror of our lap, laughter we don't remember?
Sand, with a reach for sour rapport, with a can't intentioned?
Song, and the right hand for loft of an intoned our, to render?

Light in a golden smile, so rare for a shape in the years
Welcome me to a reigns future, the knowing and the owing
Sated with sense of me, allowing the past's to rectify only, were
The misery we envision, is a curse in the stare of a loving?

News from a diamond on the finger, a rose between teeth
Similarity with a push for evening, and its twinkling meet
Have sincere, the count of responsibility to requite, each
And the echo of a courteous torch, that says also heathen

Is this deifying kiss actually a divorce?
Or am I the reasoned vice, I appear to be?
Will the obvious plant of heed, become a chance at chose or chores?
And is the fight we notice, a tale served to years, for a stone and/or key?

Looking one more time, with the frank levity of a season...
Does a rational voice know a wilder stare in fascination
Or is a patient eye, the sickness of justness and politics of medicine?
Looking for love still? try a pale freedom in the glean of intuition...

Actual, ought and moments
Tarry under the likes of us?
****** into the light, and sour relents
Upon a stone so favored, time has named it 'thus'

Patience to seem a cordial deem...
Of cause and carry, the portent of lucid more
We fascinate each other, with a realm to fathom
Succor and its history, a liberty to realize with, war...?

Pride has its must...
Pathetic knows the scope of unions and vexation...
Power's seem the better of loose cloth...
Preeminence suggests the common, to be a many's intuition...

Stink in here?, please watch out...
Never burden a conscience without simplicity's presence...
For decency to collect another insight, we make in a pout
That devastated an enemy without alarm and anti-rhythm to ends

Looking at forever, with the embarrassment of another
Till, we share the concern in a lack and clashing being, ask
Me if I spill the beans of politeness, or if hill's of beans matter
Looking the part, purpose and past; judges of hell have acted...

Colloquial
Odd duty to a freedom
Semblances of force, and denial?
In a sake for shares, is lovelorn...

Aspiration, to well in the future
Sense with a reason, we envoy as if asking fall
Ought and sour rebuke in a watching security
Is a lore to finish it's burden, as if towed for all...

Ssshhh
We see a livid stone
Ask about the baring of a cause to listen
And a heed in trouble with speed, a vice atoned?

Simple, comes the gravelly voice of dismay
Sour and hurt feelings in a power
We see is a clash of since and its amends, worry to say
"I love you, with a risen might to serve, nor"

Good news, and the back of a plan
To tell the sudden, and the found
We are truer in a faint sorts, than a salty frog in the can't
Does Prince Albert, have a rued smile, or is singing on our lip's sound?

About a peanut...
And the talk of a town to live for a grief, a same and a cope
That has a reach to the stir's, of curiosity that meant
Tomorrow with a salty pipe, that is reasoning, we hope...

Tantrum's
And the beginning of surprises in the pace of response
And in the possibility, of a fun and seemly, host of fun
With a clique perhaps, comes the reality of a town to want, avidness won?

Done.
And the might of a legendary call to what was?
In the named nature of poise and it's heed, we are begun, homes
Coming to this, a cleverer then me man, knows...

Tow of a decision
Sounds of service to an ideal
Will a crush of existence
Make the known, is our blessing real?

Stepping forward, a show of force
In lend I've selected my keep
From many and sound, bests never worst
Superiority to vouch, is my time, audacity to seek?

Look, and be fascinated
The rule of vastness, are we never
Salt's endeavor, a risk, of a patience
Made for the moment of sense's, a needy lover?

Taken to extreme
And baring the stir of seasoned why
Can we have this first, this last, this dance of whim's
When we all know the better, the truth in each others sigh's?

My angst, my angel, my voice
Would a hair suggest an opportunity?
Like a day with known truth, yearning's choice
We know done and more with means

What did a spoon say?
Will a star spare us?
This time is also a toilet
Shame's salt, if for coping thus

Day's just in, with a time seldom
That has no name, but the one given
Try your luck elsewhere, question's
We share a God of destiny, letting

Is this a good news?
Many story's go by, settling on mere
And we save your future, if and soon
With ably a joke about the weather?

Dirt and milk, say both hi and good bye
Tender eyes know me a song that does
Life in a round gift, we intone if and why
Aloft, with an uncles stare, a kingdom of words in love

Nothing?
And a gay shoe
Fit for a kindred, and a risen host and minds?
Of a real enough same, and dream, asking who...

Like fact's, like providence
In a clash with possible stars?
And a heard lip, to excuse a secret
Was my honor an eyebrow raised, or is is guaranteed?

Living for a salt
And the talk of omnipresence in lore
Is a well regarded tow, our find of sort's curious
Wink and seemingly, a happier justice for...

Legend would have it, just so...
Patience with a family of integrity, mightily more
Ably the norm, and the sporting of known
Halt and respect a date, with semblances courage...

In the best we have to often, offer
Simple acts of distance, and the shall we were
Suppose and many, and the silence of my propheting
Wasn't and thus hushed fantasy, will a found conscience near...

Whether hope or human haste
Succinct and given to our portrayal of taste
With but a care in sincere liberty, we sense is chaste
Can a weary friend in the still of rights, liken to that kiss?

Details to avoid, in a stare...?
The talk and the walk of known courage's
To defend a said hour, tongue and mightier fare?
Simple with our nuance, and the strength we add...

To a fire of announced charity
Token sense, if not the *** of gentleness
Of the scope of vicinity in keep, to a wild disparity
Looking for a host of deference, is this the idleness of us?

Happy youth's, if not our soul let, couth?
We begin here, and is frequency of a torrid answer?
Our only way to yearn, the image of truth...
In a call to destiny's, we affront with the taste of verve

Gaiety or the existence of another proof
Of a summation in our hopes, and a heart of darkness...
That has its own answer for us, the world so aloof
Is it ours for a song, and is the reach of the being ours to bless?

So, a wily and cunning wind will ask, who won?
The terror of simplicity in a could for excellency...
And the throng of poignancy to conceive of a shrewd home
Taken to accept in a notorious and fearsome heed, is this ecstasy meaning...

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And a handsome jest, to instill another kind of demand, to due
Willing the part, and a season of composure we find for you
Does a lip with aged sincerity keep who, or the eyes of waters we Jude...?