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Exquisite Mango

When once there was a wuzzle, that went upon its way, a spindle drifter wiggle and say hello today!!!


Henhouse

’Twas a penny farthing planter that sat behind the gate, a fatty doused in liquor who ate and ate and ate. Her lovely spine did slither, a twisted wicked frau, but don’t you let her wicker, the candle winding sow.


Flip Side Tone

Marshal drifted quickness, a bramble o’er thorn’d, to ‘scape from claustro-thickness, a fearful shadow’d form. Crystalline deception, from facet fancy lime, received a brain’d perception, but trapped inside of time.


Ye Olde Saloon

In one day walked Sally, a shoreman’s fine caboose, fresh from Don O’Malley’s, with hawk & elk & moose. A weary wandered whisper, from far and far away, will one moon rise on crisper, you bet your sweet bouquet.


Ruhaniat

A cosmic kiss held breathless, for wind & rain & time, yet sadness softly opens a window most sublime. The heart of one is all now, to rest ’til dawn is nigh, though Autumn dreary weepens, the lost we all shall find.


Buttons, Levers

Petty snivel hasty to mend a broken wing, wanters not be wasty to send a shuffled thing. A London shoe kicks softly a crowded cobblestone, to curl on crackled doorstoop– prefer to hearth & home.


Crocodiles

Believe another trespass will hold against the fort, a slippy dittle whistle to slide a Jester’s Court. A marking quill falls hasty to cr’ate a scribbl’d page, a madman chases chastely to wrap a habit sage.


From Fertile Clay

Delicious Sid and Nancy went walking by the shore, malicious was their fancy for always wanting more. When storms rolled ‘cross the ocean, the ships were broken wake- though magic was their potion, Lord Death dear souls did take.


Exquisite Mango
Henhouse
Flip Side Tone
Ye Olde Saloon
Ruhaniat
Buttons, Levers
Crocodiles
From Fertile Clay