Which is defined among both parts in equal and ample scholar8ng.
In a place that has never been fertilized of who soils has no depths of fertility.
Which courses speaks to generations. Each point meets futuring. The spokes of cantaring where cantrixing differs the inspirations of gathering. She stood guarded as her husband stood there.Inspiration was noted, but to the guarded nature of wedded biss, causes us to notice such differences.
"The buckling irons of the dense forested orchestrated collaborated soundings.The maples of Godbout. The sappy sweet, syrupy
Sweet mentions of mornings, might middays supper be satisfaction lunches
. And the darkness of evening cloak our romantic need for one another."
Written by:
Palmtree Sentuious
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Dehydrated
porc
Zucchini
onion garlic
Feta
bread
Duck breast
Cream
Made flavor from the
Cream cheese
that
Mixed with
cucumber
dill
Piped into
Creame de knot
A pastry creame duex
Instead of vanilla
It has a fish stock
Lime
Cilantro
And creame
Filled Choux Pastry.
This one has
Sliced porc and lobster
Madellions
You have come mightily upon my brows,
Yet blessing my folly when I had cried nude and
Watery,
My vagitus loud with the frenetic timbre of wartime
You have swept through the corridors of
Silhouetted stalks, fanning lean, vertical leaves that shield
The nakedness of the African seasons —perched
And soggy,
And at waking time, when November bares its
Thunder-whetted fangs with the ruthlessness of a Puff adder.
It is cold and skin-whitening.
Streaks of flaking, dancing rods descend on femurs un-pumiced.
Dehydrated throats accompany ancestral hymns on the
Humming bees’ melody, stifling the courage of the Tchagra.
Drab, and cracking the serrated softness of heels and
Stale, moss-ridden kernels, the waves of the storm,
Blinding, besiege our common sempervirence,
Long lost among the blurred firmamental gaze
And straw-gold material upon this prostituted earth.
Snuggly warmth comes by the power of woodsmoke
When dawn, shy from the raillery of the rising sun,
Hastens to the coronation of sacred rain beyond
Our limits —a pomp of relegated and flustered seasons.
I always dreamed
of having the perfect best friend
a splitting image of King David's Jonathan
who would shower me
with rainwater of love, loyalty
and acceptance
until the end of time
every time I believed
I have found a Jonathan
I have ended up with a Judas Iscariot or a Jezebel
who would only take away my rainwater
and left me sun dried in the desert alone
to shrink and swell in my sadness
but I have found the most perfect friend of all
the one whose rainwater never dries up
but moisturize my dehydrated heart to life
from this present day until the end of age to come
We shall defeat the loneliness
due to our willingness to be
as one
My handsomeness and her
Beauty shall be the. Means
to justify the agreement of
those who find us attractive.
The flutes and bassoons complimentef
One another.
She planted sugarcane in a wintery
region. And fused sugarcane fermented
With dehydrated pine berries.
It's desespert need to belong among
the popular and most notable
Allowed smart folk to fuse flavors
that complimented one another to
Establish a new flavor for people
Who weren't ashamed to want and
Need it. The "slurps of respected people's"
Sorted men andales. It sorted fools
And connisuriurs to delight on flavors
and tastes!
"What smiles are men's"
Written by; De Slurping Kind"
Music created by lovers
Music created by wisher
Wishers Music in a world
Of pretty people
They wanted something special
She delivered.Using her creativity
She developed a creamy base for
Waffles something that could make
The Gods marvel.
Heavy cream, clams,peppers,garlic, onions
Lemon zest, chicken broth, sun flour seeds,
Ranch dressing, broccoli, cream cheese,
Parmeseam cheese, mozzarella
Made into a ice cream and dehydrated
Used to flavor A waffle mix.
Served with maple syrup and sausage...
The second is a butternut squash, heavy cream, chopped pistachios bacon, chopped raisins , Carmel bits bourbon and vanilla, with egg yolks
And sugar. Made into an ice cream then dehydrated. Mixed into a waffle mix.
Severed with bacon and real maple syrup.
Love inspires!
Optimus duo ex tribus cabit !
I need it now
God I am a homeless
I am begging in
The street
For something to
Eat
I need something
To eat now
God
I haven't eaten for days
God please feed me now
I am starving
And also dehydrated
Please give me
Some water to drink
I found a cooler spot to sleep
I needed that cooler now
God I need some
Shelter
Please give me some shelter
Now
If tomorrow never comes
I am not sure if I will be
Here tomorrow
If my father keeps me alive
Tomorrow I will be happy
I also know that I only live once
I won't live forever
So I must live my life
Every day to the fullest
We must choose peace
Not war
We must put our guns down
And stop training children to be soldiers
In the war
Children has the right to an education
Children have the right to be children
And to play with other children
Where it is safe
Give the children a roof over their heads
Feed those that are starving
Give the children some water for them to drink
Because they are dehydrated
Give the children a bed to sleep on
Give the children some clothes to wear
Stop child labor
Teach the children to pray
God keep the children alive every day
God wash the people's feet
God teach the people to fish for fish
People you can't live alone
You need friends in your live
Because without friends you will be
Living in Isolation
People use the gifts that God gave you
Don't let it go to waste
Dehydrated
little
spittle
torrents of tears flowed
when he saw a sea dragon
beached dehydrated
for he knows that it like him
could only shed tears on land
the tears were salty
welling from bag of sea brine
in the ocean's blood
he harbored in his body
as fluid to bathe his cells
he needed to cry
but till now tears would not spill
weeping on ebb tide
to wash moribund eyes clean
and inhale with a fresh breath
he fights the current
gripping on to refusals
yet the water wins
the dragon prowls in the foam
its searing breath flares fear
one tear another
fell soft on scalded shadow
fell on dragon's eyes
sending the sand grit flying
washing the stall clean of grime
fear sinks in the tide
form of the trial changes
relief opens gate
as ocean consumes his past
dragon wings have unfolded
tears were the pivot
to beat the challenge
breaking resistance
setting sails on favored wind
on the course past the dragon
I filed a thirty page legal bill of complaint
about some things that aren't right. They certainly ain't.
I bought dehydrated water for a buck thirty-five -
how could a gentleman think to contrive
to sell me this product...without any instruction
(resulting in my home's near total destruction).
When I used too much water, it created a flood.
It flowed out of my house and turned into mud!
As we journey through the many, of ife's different phases;
Not yet knowing what one day will be,
Just one of our life's worn and ragged pages...
Never quite realizing through the smiles and times of fun,
Like a toy top on Christmas, constantly being spun,
There'd come a moment in time where we finally have to say
, I'm done....
As once what we saw seemed barely even hills
As we sped through and over every turn and every bend
Have now become mountains forced are we to climb
As we Carry all the wreckage that we just couldn't mend...
Exhausted, dehydrated as now we succumb
To a journey travelled so quickly, that most was unseen
and our minds are just numb..
As the constant rewind of slow motion reels
Reminds us of just exactly, all of where we've been...
They fall from grace to grass,
aged, scorched and dehydrated,
fluttering away further
the vanity of previous
greenness and elevated times,
reminding us of the fragility
of life,
the futility of striving to hang on
when time is up.
When handsome and shouting cowboys flirt
with gorgeous gals galloping on wild horses,
they won't catch up despite their manliness:
women know what they are after and resist.
The mid-August sun is scorching, and dust rises
amid rust canyons, making trails of their escape;
youth is precious to them, and these girls seek romance,
not marriage to bear many children and feed their mouths.
We see romance blossoming between two roses,
expressing anxiety and their longing for kisses;
and the only time they cry is when brief showers
from the South pelt on their gleaming petals.
When small brooks gargle down steep, rough boulders,
the dehydrated hunters take a break while cicadas creep;
and doing so they lose their catch and indulge in daydreams:
soothing shade is tempting, they lower their hats and fall asleep.
There are no snowfalls in arid deserts, and that infuriated explorers
seeking gold to be carved out of the Colorado and Arizona hills;
young ladies sought romance, not marriage, which demanded trust,
and whenever tough times came, they weren't willing to pay the cost.
What was I made for?
I was made to be God's poet
Every day
Writing some poetry
With my poems
I hope to send
A message to the world
That is in trouble
I hope the God's people
Gets my message
That I am trying
So hard
To send to them
I seem so many poverty
In the streets of Toronto
The poor people
During the Summer
Sleeps in the street
Of Toronto
Also they are always starving
Because nobody else
Feeds than
Besides me and God
We can't afford to let the
Poor starve
So we feed the poor every
Single day
Also we give them a drink
With their meal
Because they are dehydrated
When the Summer is over
We will bring the poor
To the shelters for
The Fall and Winter
Because we can't afford
To let the poor die
Of frostbite
In that cold weather
That would not be
A good thing
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