tiger tiger burning bright are you near though out of sight waiting for me to step through that feeble curtain of bamboo hope not
the moon is made of butter fat the sun is made of cheese if i’m not pendicular please elevate my knees – the moon is made of blubber paste the sun is made of grain if i’m not rizontical please ship me north by train
When ghosts arise from the murk of dusk to shadow over the lake, they long to recall that time in yore when they ate that really good cake.
trembling paterfamilias endow my life with cheese and if you can’t accomplish that please cure my damnable wheeze
june – june wobbles apace with savage lips my soul to disembowel – oh crafty june i spurn thee in thy greenest mood hell is my comfort
Four Seasons in Three Pictures spring or summer, check this tree and this is what you’re gonna see when autumn comes a ramblin’ by this here sight will blast your eye you can tell it’s winter ‘tho there ain’t no snow by the tree’s wintry habit to leafless go
April 2 April 16 Beware the wily fig tree and others of its kind sprouting leafy splendor to mask an evil mind. Faithful to the triffids and their plan to rule the earth, beware the wily fig tree for all that you are worth.
Iris smilin’ Ernie Pylin’ Ringo stylin’ Dollars dialin’ Data filin’ Kerouac milin’ and ol tylen
This is the hill of Jack and Jill That boulder there is exactly where Jack bashed his head and bled ’til dead Jill was sad and soon went mad Nice hill, though
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