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Renegade realtor dealt only with sellers sincere
Harried under hammer results which rich revere
Assured Lofty turned over listings like sausages
Heat applied seared buyers, hankering hostages
Canvassing coast, reframed aim purely at the top
Invisible neighbour circular driveways, Dolce Drop
Elm dotted uniform fairyland founded by botanist
Supple carpet resilient reservoir, moist moss on it
Initially entry point sat at a mil, a year later, two
Sales proliferated, profitable Lofty huge revenue
Elated agent, staple baked bread is prone to rise!
Dashing diagonal sold signs proclaim him prized!
Rolls Royce realtor of scorched auctions arriving!
Mainstay, every lavish gathering, client conniving
Head mushroomed, awash in exotic cigar cloud
Homeowner informs of fresh competitor for clout
Choke, champagne sour, audacious Dolce Auctions
For bone fide buyers, property upstart seeps toxins
Outlays myriad of listings, perusing homes pleasure
Customers snub historic prescription high pressure
Left for buttered bread, lofty loaf crumbles, stale
Misaddressed letters droop, month old mouldy mail
Locked recollections, passed in auction residential
Final elusive step strove for indented a firm temple
Funny fail, fall from grace
Claimed victory too soon
First day of June
Slowly, Mickey Mouse wafted by
as I gazed at the cerulean sky.
The warmth of a cool Chardonnay
I’d sipped at the end of the day;
had me drift in and out of a sleep.
As Mickey transformed to a sheep
all my thoughts coast into a haze.
While the hammock so gently sways
my conscious is thoroughly freed,
from the book I intended to read.
The sheep, soon pierced by a jet;
floats like a fluffy barrette
past the tops of the trees
blown by the soft summer breeze
as the last of the cobwebs dissolve.
I’ll make it my earnest resolve,
I say to myself, or out loud,
as I watch another white cloud,
troubles can take a backseat;
doing nothing at all is so sweet.
She was happy to hear that drizzles
had made the pollen more tollerable.
She had been saddened by the large amounts of pollen
that made herr eyes red and caused her
to sneeze. Blowing into her bassoon became
a chore
due to the fact her nose was sore and sneezing
bothered her.
When the rains began she smiled:
she wiped
the dust and pollen off the table and floors
and made the whole area a great smelling place
by using lavender with it's great smell.
She remarked a cocuss tree had fallen to
be created into this beautiful bassoon.
I had made such sad sounds with
my instrument.
Now with the pollen gone
and me happy I can play a happy tune
and honor
the cocuss tree which had been felled
that I might have this beautiful baSSOON.
tHE STRAWBERRIES SHALL BE FAT AND SWEET WITH
THE GREAT WEATHER WE HAVE.
i SHALL BE HAPPY AND FULL OF GLEE
EATING THESE LOVLY
FRUITS.mY SWIMSUIT SHALL HUG
EACH CURVE OF MY BODY
AS i SUNBATH
THERE i SHALL REST
AND RESTORE MY
HAPPINESS AND REHERST MY
MUSIC.
tHESE SONGS SHALL TELL THE TALE
OF MY DOUBTFULNESS AND BOUT WITTH
THAT MEAN OLD POLLEN
nOW THAT i AM HAPPY i SHALL
GET GUIUTAR AND DRUMS
AND FLUTES TO PLAY
AMSIT THESE PROFESSIONAL MINDED FOLK!
wRITTEN BY:
TENTION DE PUTAIN LA FEMME À LA CHATTE PHAT
A.K.A;Aliénor Aurélie Jeu de Selle
Bassoon player extraordinaire
From the Book
" Heart Broken Men"
by Doppa Dolce Meatus
A Tale of Music Composer
Changing the Way we Veiw the Instruments
we Use.
Why is thee bassoon assocated with Sadness.
I walked in there and there they were
The Lyre and The Flute
a Composers misunderstanding of
who he loves.
interpreted from italian to
English by Dolce Mancer
of Money- Interpretations
Original Works by Bangles De Suppasta
A Neapolitan Italian Song
Best sung in italian
He Still my Friend
Song by Dolce
pity the fool
that you don't
Love him
It ain't cool
He believes
You're his friend
Don't be cruel
this lacks human
feelings
You know the rule
That just ain't cool
Tipping out on your
Mister
Getting us all involved
Frustrating the narrative
Acting like the conflicts
Resolved
That ain't cool
You loved him
When you married
Him
I've seen y'all together
The golden rule
When it comes
to romance
Don't be a fool
When the devil
Wants to dance
Causing me to bite
My tongue monster
What I am saying
It ain't cool you tipping
Out on your Mister
Remember this
He's still my friend
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Aria from "Keeping one: finding one"
Written by Santa Minzza .
Middle-class Opera Show
"Green Collar Romance"
Lovers Betrayal written by
Comp say and Duct tour Master
Orchestrations and Arrangements
Done by Slurp Cancer and Music Solve
Album Company llc.
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Dolce
By:Sonidos de Baja Frecuencia
Infatuation is blind to problems
wishful thinking and careful
considerations
True love requires and fosters
a sense of security
and a feeling of trust
the blind sense of security
Legato
By:Ritmos Románticos
A style
cantabile and sooth flowing
it echo's even when the song is over
it moves your emotions
and causes you to think
it can create sessions of conversations
where many people move toward
looking forward to certain things
love enhances a romantic feel
the right sound and situation
a genre rich
crossovering perfection
rehersted, restyled
and of pitch and perfection
that close to perfect directing
guiding and leading the way
Book By Instrumentio King
written by: Bottle O Courage
arranged by Love
For Love
and In Love
all rights used with permission
of
Revenge Type Lovers
Manseeks-Womanseeks
Ya'll Beat-Knought!
performs "Catchy Tunes"
with Groovey Sounds
from Ryhmn and Lyrics Inc.
. I sit by the edge
of the pool just gazing.
The water, nothing but blue.
Just deeply lazing.
With nothing to do.
Staring at the sparkle.
Kind of thinking of you.
Makes it such a debacle.
Suddenly then in a flash or two.
An idle sweetness filled the air.
I realized I wasn’t there.
Where I sat was
an empty chair.
Seems life had
passed me by.
I had done,
Nothing to try.
Now I say.
Just Today.
Lazy
Doesn’t
Pay.
In the cacophonic chaos of life I seek peace,
delve into my soul’s serene niche,
perceive the pleasure of nothingness
in the void and tranquil depth of bliss,
where I savor the sweetness of solitude.
In the lonely island of life I like to be
suffused with supine shower of quietude,
find at the inert depth within a new me,
turned into a hermit I realize it as my reality,
in the quiescent insight I lose my duality.
As the full moon traverses my sleepy sky,
night’s opaque aloneness the stardust dilutes,
I drink eyeful while indolent time passes me by.
Mind gets drenched in delight my inaction elutes,
and in charmed trance of rapture I become mute.
Across the still sea of my serene soul,
the alluring horizon of love
I long to see wait at the edge of eternity,
where my yearning soars through emptiness
with the idyll thoughts in my idle time.
Stranger
I never really met him
But I know him
I know his face in profile
The furrows of his brow
I’ve seen it enough times
At Barnes & Noble browsing Asimov
I’ve seen him
Leaving the loft
Watched his hands
Holding the door
For his momma at the beauty parlor
He always tips the stylist who frosts his mamma’s grays
The other day I just missed him
Leaving the last row of the church pews
The handout he left behind was still warm
His pencil still on the floor beneath the ancient wooden bench
And on Tuesday, I watched him do a coffee run
for the guys at the office
I know it was him
I floated in on his Perry Ellis
He takes his coffee black with extra sugar
He goes running on Saturday mornings rain or shine
Always listening to Miles
I still hear the bass echo in the trees
He has his board meeting
Every third Thursday
I know ‘cause he always picks up his dolce suit
Every third Wednesday
Then stops for a fade
Spends an hour with his boys
If I time it just right
I might get lucky
And bump into him
Accidentally of course
I betta’ do it this Sunday
‘Cause this Monday
Is his first date
With the chick who frosts his mamma’s grays
A didgeridoo detailed a conversation. There were Dolus spoke, there,there on Vid Flumina.
Spoke Dolus of Promodards meddling: he see fit to interject himself into the affairs our lovers.
Maybe he wishes to be understood. An outcry for love or maybe recognition. The somebody who wants someone else.
Or maybe Promodard is emotionally invested in me. Maybe I arouse him, that he wishes me as his own? He must stop such meddling or Jupiter shall shall stand in Morissatee' and curse him!" I will swim in the sea's of Titan" there she shall wait for me. Oh love of mine: might he stop his meddling. Might I then have you".
He believes the moral complexity of us together is neither complicated or intriguing it is in the name of love.Us together, you and I.A relationship is safer than being individual Perhaps he feels like being the partner of a validated couple, completes his validation of being Emotional investments created by his wishes to unravel our togetherness. ."To digress and remove thyself from my woman", said Dolus as she stood on the shores of Vid Flumina.
Catered by:
,la quebrada,el barranco
2 Riff ah Dah
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"Origins Unknown" Dolce wishes his wife to be her lover.
Her fantasies are directed towards her: she is miserable
about her loving her own husband and wishes him to
leave her. She detailes a journey to Titan a moon of Saturn.
Gaffer
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Wriiten by.Written By: Fluexia HugBoer'
and Aura Dolce Guruto
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" Holding a diesel crow in his hand he vowed the sport of the crow would live through his newly created robot he named the Scarecrow"
Eiche? Tuber canaliculatum? Noisette?
Cavage: The traditional French term for the art or practice of hunting and harvesting truffles.
Le Palais de la Truffe Caveur: A professional French truffle hunter.
Le Palais de la Truffe
Trifolao: The traditional Italian term for a truffle hunter.
Regina Coeli Agritruffe
Brûlé: The distinct "burnt" or scorched patch of land around a host tree where grass and other plants fail to grow because the truffle mycelium inhibits them.
Marks: Small cracks, raised bumps, or surface changes in the soil that act as visual clues indicating a mature truffle were nestled beneath the soil.
"Come on Honey we have to go!" "Ten more minutes" he said she stop and just gazed at him: "You said that twenty minutes ago we need to hurry up. "Damn"! my pants aren't fitting me the same." What do you mean he said, "they are a little tight."Sag es auf Französisch, so klingt es besser" No you: "come on I wanna hear you say something sexy, okay then we need to hurry up!"
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