Fabel Twentyone
The city was under snow encamped in ice and wet the water never ceased to fall
for days at times we cried my friend and eye.
The poor were never satisfied with bread they always cried for meat to feed the
lust replete now buried in the caverns if the sleet came near the hydras of the
long forgotten faded flowers in the snow marking time to be considered luck. A
Penny tossed when drinking drunk not stoned. A Penny lands in jail on tails and
soon the food will come. Poor not poorly educated just missing love.
Christianity - 30+ CE PARTTWO
Flipped a penny turned to tails changed the luck to better days moving down the
road with no heavy loaded gun shooting only wishes at the stars. Eye have a
solar powered outlook not on life but down my nose.
Girls at home still not in collage need to play with Barbie leave the Ken doll in the
box. Alone. He is not the chieftain of the dolls. Fallow fish are useless days are
wasted lost seaming calibrations find the reason for the rhymes.The science that
deals with mental processes and behavior is sometimes revered as psychology
the moderators quite agree the thought process is interrupted in some people
call them crazxy treat them normal feed them house them bury them in wasted
places sweep them up in boxes marked for burial let no one get away. Murder
rules the day.
Play games and get mad take the ball and bat back home save them for the next
day come. Dress up in your finery hose smelling like a rose in purple jaded livery
repose upon the couch in linen and in majesty her majesty arose. Toss a
penny “is it tails?” read the poem prose the CharlaX Fabel Twentyone and love.
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