Can't have enuf of dat sweet sweat change we canna belief in
The Bus Fyre
(Or The Tire Down Below)
Her true Penelope was
Two timing clamp
Chess playing idyll
And
She sed
They are rebirthing the
City against (And by they
She can only mean the greedy
The Rich (The ones who sway
This is howie most live -
Taint no other))
O happy day - Old crappy
Lay - this tynkle tangle of
Bosses and cranes yawning
Off brilliant yeller plant
Tearing apart the streets
How many restaurants cafes
Does one zyg zag
Jumbuck town need?
How many beauteaks
How many shype shapes
Penal crap salvations
Private medicinal cliniks?
Oh Awe
Vile language violent
Violets of coercion
Dear red Languor
Read dare Heaving
Your viola of vial corrosion
She alone
Eveingsong
She re created anew tort fort
The objection - Our Master Mitre
(Randy Rudy Ready - All boys giggled)
Partial - Brittany - Sham forger
The stud ei ei o is a hidey hole
Mouse housed holdout
Habit/dreams
Explore/expose
Desires/Urges
Soiled Solid Sold
To the datum
The clotted hand
Cubit/creams
Envoi
And he seide,
Lo! the puple is oon,
and o langage is to alle,
and thei han bigunne to make this,
nethir thei schulen ceesse of her thouytis,
til thei fillen tho in werk;
therfor come ye, go we doun,
and scheende we there the tunge of hem,
that ech man here not the voys of his neiybore.
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