Riddllin: What becomes of these vessels, the procession of the tides?-transcending to endings, where can anchors reside? - the bindings of bricks, tall tales of fiddle sticks, what strikes to the ends are not but griddle tricks- Be left but the trees, the trees that bees bes, beneathing with justings, after stories take heed - Will barracades, castles, those shieldings run deep?, or sink like the sailors, that streak with the steeps? - Those snares of that bitter but bitter from sweets- from potluckers to pirates, from bandits to beasts-,these are the wavers, those savers that flavors, of song sing alongs, twos thes that twind - beneath turned feets, of conductors of calms, of captains ran deep - jestering promise of speak , all tailors of vains, flow as quickly as rain, paraders to persuaders, stagger a conduct to stranger. what might be a stranger could, could be one but the same, but songs, sing alongs, rights to the wrongs, what speaks through the hums, cradle the truth from the drums, from the whistles, the banters, the screeching edges of tongues, melodies, the dragging of remedies, never stream the song long strong along the sing along psalm called!...HEH?!
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 21:31:11 +0000
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