A holy Moe Lee word slew.
Booya baby! Contrewed stews; ode to you.
Garfield fat on love expressions,
our love will be the stuffing of legends.
Shells on sea shores we will sell. Stuffed.
Plant and pick pickled peppers. Puffed.
Tis known moses supposes
his roses to be toes' supposedly:
we faithful we placed a blue rose
anti-burning bush by sea.
The variety's history is shrowded mysteriously.........
And in the night when the moon hits your eyes,
and we gaze across time into the stars in the skies;
when i sing you to sleep sweet love lullabys,
and you fall deep into sleep:
as deep in my arms
as the oceans are deep,
-be not suprised when into I creep
your wildest dreams. Your thoughts
are mine are mine as well. You are heaven sent.
An angel fell.
Like a wave we roll; each round we swell.
Gaining momentum every singlular moment passing.
A tangle of emotion, sands in the hour-glass-glassing.
These are the days of our lives lass. Sing.
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