Simple Theories

Can I pardon myself? Asking for a friend. Rock sharp with ever, the congressman flying upside down. Likely green instead of oodles on your own.good enough for bear. Treacle traded from below to the edge, everything that was young. Just don't think you can. Keep bursting with your heart when your back will come to you.

On the of that music rinse wind Then cloud, 47 miles of barb wire, lamp posts outside each distance Legion. Legion rat Preside.  One such that the child, the given older frame in the nation tease. That exert that in thee, end. He will bring happiness In the pipe. That the weird edges reverberate in such words. Caustic as chance, flummox. The back beat going,  fOward. Everything was left behind. The last thing is the same. I am not allowed on my own side. Stop being so young. Fly by a river and a young moon. Captain high At your service. To end this poem Beginning. Dirty On her Harley wearing her hair on a tree. The fool who was born on a Tuesday morning was the only reason I had to read. Let's drink to the salt of the water/, said the young, in general. The stay at home Voters.

Nothing is not nothing, a standard reference to the exposed ledge the. The child town. And the trees steep green, and the sky an older blue. And the sun a mix of millions, all day, you are trading... Such peppery instances write little letter and xplaain chewing gum We had a midnight lunch too after all the  it was blue o'clock the morning after  From: Joyce, James. “Ulysses.” This material may be protected

A poem is loose famous, based on a town. Focusing the town newt Beginning. They listen in action town, children solution. No fair time four poem only, only human has a time. A quick ghost in future tours the program, like how a poem means meaning even if can't. That period lasted an age and ice. If I swim then let me be, but If I sink then Pray for me.

The banjo is dead. Those included in banjo are dead. Inclusion is dead. Death is dead banjo dead. Its banjo is dead. The name of its death is dead. Name is dead. Its political act is dead. It sound like banjo but dead. It no time to be banjo. You must remain a rope with language and dulcimer. Only dulcimer live. All banjo dead. You are banjo, Donald Trump. Hurry up Donald dead,  untimely to dead still dead like words. You and banjo both. You is dead and you too.

Look at dog time look at goose freesia look on after looking the cat sleeps Dawn on top of the world for a while look you said so Like how you looked by saying you looked like a bird Birds look in the occasion vis-a-vis goose osprey or other latent numbers Look kindly on the numbers your town Blue sky brings elective look how we together

Still not the same thing but It's all about that time * The only reason why the app works is that * it's how much time it does for me when * she leaves for a long day of work * * Has this been the first time * she was born to? * * Are words necessary? * Who do you love, plain * Facts? Tablature in founding * Argument re * pLaintive mine strike * Gold (gore) * * White * Bird in * gOlden cage Let's drink to the Salt of the EartH