Ride Over Four Billion Mountains On a Baking Tray
Ride over 4000000000 mountains on a baked tray
Times a tide,
Divide a ride,
Equal to no one is the writhe of a sprite,
In a whirl of a rotating rhombus,
Is the real
The reality of an equilateral is the lathe of a scimitar
For no reason look beyond the y and see an x but never see a z
For that is the simultaneous division of a chime
And chimichangas do not dine they light and heat
So never ask one to tea accompanied with a clinking cyclic cube
For cubic dimensions are often multiplied by vertices of a vertical stagnant swerve
And a swerve is not a serve nor a serving nor a swear word either
Hither is the hidden and the hidden call out “hide” and then the hide becomes a rational game of geometrical germinations
Theories have tongues
Tongues have tangents
Is anyone really a triangle though?
Or any other shape really?
Is that all rather rhythmical
And rhyme is the masterful preparation akin to chop chop chopping a line of fresh vegetables for a dinner,
Foregone conclusion with or without a calculator
No test or exam could predict an pout of an outcome
Best learn chart chants then.
Lean no learning on a linguistic linguine pant tray
Option no a b c d e f g h on exponential journeys
For exponential journeys to the central locational key are best achieved through the petals of a rose
And that was the prediction of key and after thoughts of a signal erosion
Oh dear
Well that either said or did not say
Prehaps it is better if the pitter patter of the rain fell in awkward shaped
Misshaped misshaped
Times a tide,
Divide a ride,
Equal to no one is the writhe of a sprite,
In a whirl of a rotating rhombus,
Is the real
And that is the duty of the drag. The dog. The daring. And the dutiful. And the diligent daboecia whose eyes see no one but a little stick in the air. WOW what an isoamyl acetate that is to smell and taste.
Z Ornithogalum adseptentrionesvergentulum Z at 19 cantering wildebeest looking at 21 biscuits Z
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017
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