Sunday, January 17, 2021

Song of 81 Poems - LXXIII




Would obtuse pressure sing of difference?
   Assure her, grass can go on.
I'd risk mad curious will to see you improve.
   Study, and investigate. 

Must harmony switch its effect?
Why complain? Just that we'd join you.
   Imagine, he cooked a real canvas.

Model of a database, indeed tomorrow,
Pain was mouthed, by crass impulse.
   Augered the key to a beautiful faithful breath instrument.
I'm for tantric teaching.

Workers said, "Are you having clues?”
   I must thank-you Father,
However ugly, the monster bird kept on dancing,
   It felt too far, had breakfast.
   Smoked, rolled a masterpiece.

Beautiful companion chisel me, sculpt fresh,
   the shimmers of an impression.
Whatever blocks mellifluous song,
    through raw touch.

Know the impulse
    To throw pots nude with chocolate.
Shy for a moment, sit down our red passion.
    As a faithful husband, marry me as a grand King!

She sings many songs,
   Her body is so calm.
Clean sex and fast romance love this life 
   Not society. Empower, I think now,
   become music!

Forget blue dead streets
    God knows your dance will end less bitter.

She only made you kiss.



Song of 81 Poems:

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10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36
37 38 
38 40 41 42 43 44 45
46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54
55 56 57 58 59 60 61
 62 63
64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72
73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81

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