LOST MY CAPE
Wello, Freckles,
Loose your Shackles.
How many ply
a maple can fly?
does ignorance shine?
Fluid feet over walking fall
tainting neither
a role nor a sole.
He will nor come to a hill
more to your sill!
How many tramps in an oline
consummate?
Lie lie give me a cherry pie!
Sober bird, goes to a tavern in the cavern
smokes a book, slack lack on a winter track.
My life file a spring lagoon
with three tree tone coloring of imaginary lining.
Art art give me a tart cherries on the side.
Fart your wide or my tide.
Blow my candle, hollow my handle!
One tennis ball, prone to the other call.
All the mall, hall call mine shine nine shrine!
Sage with no wage, mage wit on cage, rage hit no gauge.
Leave me leave me BE, sour berry chill,
gave me some thrill, wider than a roadkill!
Gore and lore no more, no sore !
Sort your short in cringe top pot...
Sly, try, cry not the same, lame, tame, game!
Threefold, scaffold, in a cornfield.
hold my dream fold it thrice cold, no more told the mold.......
Lost my cape ate my lake,
fake my lost cake my ate.
Oh no what a coin sea dance?
King H. Ironson
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