come time for fall i try to put my hands out palms down feel the heat comin of the ground
at least round the base of this ship of fools with scattered tools gathered and layed in line for the crown
dont frown its just that the cold is coming again, and again,
so dress warmer and insulate every last dormer storm or not the cold is coming.
something along that line lines the lines of a tablet found under a sign saying october more or less summers over.. right around time for ho ho ho'n not much light showin so instead of standin my sun take nice long bow .. say chow for a three day yearend, but then rise rise again finnigan and fill up eli's gin. let this dance begin yet again.
so whats the plan clan wild man, cuz eventually you know our folks are comin home phones been stuck on roam all round the land n try not to grow in the sand except for more recently not nessecerally relevently, rigs evidently born to burn off the dead of layers of asics' like tri, or jur. and instead of beaming microwaves he misbehaves and constantly shaves the number of adequate caves to store knowledge in, widdles the word so damn thin that you can see through its' within. The Realm of Believe. u and me are fleas, so please rover, dont roll over again...
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