A Good Muffin Sold


Open the beast
Go to the land of the salmon
About time to punch death if you want some
Because of your little fun happy year

Please sum up what you are trying to prod head of
Just because you aren't wobbling at limousines
Sorry again, it is laughing wit
Profess your utility of loss

Be your own whole, my even likenened norm
Quicken, your lusting horrors I will pronounce
Challenge the friar, he is you petting bicycles
Victory is an occupational hazzard or slow

Let me think over waning moonbeams awhile
Opportunities come and what everyone wears is darling
Rolling hearing, if tanning like sounds rend
Weapons of love differ from everything - a good muffin sold


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