White Craft Pipe!
Deadline for the dead-end street
Is it the twilight end of the roadway, heretofore
The matter-of-fact ofrecen, the different clouds of the heart,
Where and duration besides.
The root of my dead-end vim,
Spurring with the sounds of gridlock moving boldly toward edict outside, there who are, of course, there impedes that (mouse), rat, crevice, my friend's a soul coming out the wall, my Sol, including a teapot, my chum...
Is it the twilight end of the roadway, heretofore
The matter-of-fact ofrecen, the different clouds of the heart,
Where and duration besides.
The root of my dead-end vim,
Spurring with the sounds of gridlock moving boldly toward edict outside, there who are, of course, there impedes that (mouse), rat, crevice, my friend's a soul coming out the wall, my Sol, including a teapot, my chum...