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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required New Tune in June Booming Soon! Room for the Guitar Scars to be Groomed after Blooming to Soon... Only if Able to Return the Stability of the Skilled Milk Spills Filled with Frisky Whiskey, To the Dance Hall of Too Tall’s Ballroom Sprawled out Calling Out “One more Song.” All along Wrong about the throng of the song sawn as a brawny pawn shop Prop, Stopping measures for pleasure to resume play as the Pause repeatedly gets hit, Gripped in the lips of a badass vocalist, Yet, still jokingly yodeled boastfully as a hoax boasting of a roasted winged ring, Deeming the listeners Kings and Queens as the dreamy mean of ring notes wrote, Spoke the stream of team leaning steamy things to be dope, so to speak, And served neat and up on the down beat erupting yet sleekly discreet, While NOT many who could sing the piece were left with much to speak about, Still, it might get played too loud, At least for some crowds, Boom, boom as the Tune from June looms well-endowed as a good bit of a skit writ right now. How? Wrote note by note and spoken out loud as spoken word so each verb could proud, As the adjectives directives raise the rest of the mess of the unkempt brows aroused by sound, Mounted abounding by the print outs scouted by growling townspeople down for the count. Crowned by the spongey dung stung grunge grounded all around waiting to be found. Rounding the corners adorned by horned hounds loudly spouting its nouns. Owned, home grown, and as the time is now part of the Lozer Zone honed roaming bound phone known to be shown the tone of pointy stoner boners covered by foam proofing spoof of a roof raising goof duped into the crap shoot of lute lifted for a gifted spooky group rooting for something new to do as what was skewed grew to new heights despite the might of the crew grouping the boos as the acoustics moved risking the brisk whisk of a one hit spit out howl. While the director of the elected record endeavor called, “foul...”
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