Sitting beyond a high horse rests an exulted throne. Where kings and queens once sucked their juice. But homo a young but fine boy, reliquished his diety for a place in the Palace called heavenjimboni. There was a girl there who made him proud to be a man, but she ate only food that he gods gave to her on Monerday. Her name was alice and her skin was white, but with the purple blue her mother bought her, she rested with the others as she. Oh how I long to touch your skinny arms, and our purple face, but the grave is calling me back to her arms. Where I never will rest, but to hear the voice of your mind tell me in the morning, that you love me still Oh Alowiss. Back to this day, where the rain never stopped but only once, to catch my breath of your wanton beauty. Oh Alowiss you sang to me today and I felt your breath on the telegraph, saying i only I was free then we could swim the ocean bare and fall to the bottom of your endless eyes, Oh how foolish we all are when we trade our words for a spagetti meatballs. Karen right now you are in my mind of all the times you castized the pope. He was a great man, but had small fingers and the piano was black and she said that life was a test.
But a treat for me when I heard the voice, he God of the gods, a king a noble. Who sets up his throne, where the sick lie in bed, but O for this drug, I would be a wanting manner. We will pick this up Oh Alowiss, but for this night I will dream of candy taken from a mothers arms and dress her children as cradle catholics in the confessional. I am spent today.
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