If a strain is a strain then lets equal then. Half phrases and muted stares, calms the mind.
The coal left him blind. The days that bind. All along the way.
It is so and like the doves that blow away. Table mentions please. I've only a minute.
The trains are cold this season, so very cold. It's very old and odd out tonite. Plime for plime.
I think i'll have some pie.
Tonite!
After a few albums a listen i and friends knew the true meaning of deep. By now all kinds of people know all and i am talking now.
Records like Mad kelly kept us on the binge. Rollling over and over. Being british wasn't the only occupation but one could read on and on! The pages rolled on and on! Nite time study and organizing a play. Did you get any ice cream last nite?
Oh, i think so, only about a pint of vanilla sach for a quid or two. Scarfed em down in a sec.
Ha, ha, ha.
Metronome erupts and fills and bides: its a song from the edge of the world.
The edge of return is return lolly. Thats slang and hip parcel.
Through an edge of a knife is for sure stilt:
A poem is still a poem.
Laquers, stills and shrills: magnetic rolls on and on on canvas!
Edgeing to you!
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