A tale is woven when it is twisted, And rotten, As well as if we have tails, To tell in our slumber, We might as well make them good,
By Tambourine Man12 months ago in Poets
My favorite number has reached the Funyun's patrol, Thank the Lord for small miracles, And they taste great as well, A crunchy mixture of a favorite flavor,
Let us rave about the sun, Twitching in time with our movements, Flare up every time that it does, The sun is here to heal us with its ever-presence,
Today I saw a crow crawling around the snow, Very majestic in the black on white, Its wings were very iridescent, A corny piece of flying protein,
I love the fact that there is friendship, Between two people, As it blossoms into something special, Best feeling in the world,
Roscoe is brown after a long play in the backyard, He enjoys protecting the yard from noisy butterflies, It is so much fun to watch,
The scent of the past, Can leave a bruise in the present, It is an odd factor people often pass up, Or do not pay attention to,
All you need is caffeine to wake up to, And some good old-fashioned love, Twirling with cream and sugar, Let us walk this path together and twitch,
Lamb chops are tasty, When they are filled with toys, Stuffed with cotton and joy, Eating grass to their content, White currency and food for us,
Got to love making coffee in a power flux, Very annoying, Those are a lot of lines on one pole, Kind of silly, Cannot wait for it to subside,
Secret is about to come out, This is going to be so much fun, A pharmacy woman is what I desire, Tatted up and simply DeVine,
Waking up to a fresh day, Is vital for me, From the past rough day, At least 6 to 7 hours of pure Rem sleep, Always does the trick for me,
