Snow Burst Candy Flake

We rode beyond the flip Of Walter and his friends, On this *****steady slip In the cabin to the west, Where the pride of lions sleep All night till the end. On the hillside of west, The corns are left for rats, The moonlight is left For the cave of the bats, The stars in themselves Are laid so on the mat. That same mile leads the heap Of lofty stuffs up the hills, The snow of flake spills Into Eve's marshy opened hips, And the apples of honey Are plucked on Adam's lips. The bed bath of Mr. Benson Floats out steadily in the skies, Reaching the pride of the sons Laid up the feet so high, Sailing all the phantom men On the carpet of the smile. There is a table solely laid Down below the blue ceiling, Also is a shea iced cake In the pie wholly sealed in, And the storm of the day Rains in the fields of candy. The circles are in squares In the Square at the Circle, The cycles can be shared In dome down the valleys; The clones you can swerve, And bike up the galley. Now that I have you mine On the hills up the shores, Take a look the while At the feathers of the scores, One by one in the time, And rise up on these songs.