Tips of dry roots.
Yam and rust to see them put.
Slipping out and away inside the pier.
Savage, what left and gone, we wanted, and be happy it isn't that bad
.
Dread.
Yellow fur of giraffes
Woot of inbound deceit.
Simmer slowly and, catch the fading
eyes, you will see much clearer.
Its the emotions in the mind
O the keeper of a rhyme.
Polish boots undefined.
Sleepy towns and rotten wine.
Weary
Settle down my long dead child
Roses grow in trees
Fodder left by another ply
I seek to subdue
Questions from a little pines tend to make its waves
I seen it all previously, without this man's face.
Law is too be read.
Rules are not in debt.
Summon in from a restless stream,
What's gone to be found.
Peary
Sounds and sights of a guitar.
I seek to remain forever sleepy.
A cold skin to touch will be my intended reaction.
Only to be if I live after 23.
So it goes, and it goes.
My eyes fall to the sound of wind.
Hie to the moment's end.
Due to be as my heart is dead.
Larry.
