Gord
2019-11-12 07:25 am
Write not of tramplings, Tramp whispering, quiet: Were you to write a hymn, For him, would it be so pious, So timeless, could it be? Could you close your eyes, See peonies in a garden? What is a peony, but alive, Without a whistler to guide? What is my life, but pennies, Withstanding misers in life, What is the point, but a sword, Curt be I to point or hide.
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Gord
2019-11-07 09:07 am
Misunderstood lyrics, Reverend, Had you not asked of my kids, Or the loved ones I cherished? Thorough I write my kinship, Kingship, flagship furlough, No science to write myself, Is it just lies of unknowns, Just lies, unknowingly, Trust dying in fun foals, Or stampedes around the field, Not Informed of where they going? Can God even hear a man when he moans, Does he cover an ear, hope and pray? Does he occasionally call things gay? You misunderstand my intention, No questions ponder foolish in heaven, God's gift could be enjoying the stay.
The Sophist
2019-11-07 08:51 am
What if I loved what I hate? Would the prices get raised? Would they be kept away? What if I said I was gay? Would anything change? Would I get more women that way?
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