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POMP AND ACRIMONY My blonde and budding love Bleedsher heart for thee My one and only love Whomay justlive for me Kill the mockingbird Or..

PRIMITIVE No Aristotle here No Joyce or Shaw Just a product Of my times In the Spring The ice will thaw Capture essence Taste every th..

WHERE MY LOVE From Flanders fields To poppy land Through gardens planted With love by hand From the Cliffs of Mohare Through the Irish s..

The ocean of a simple shepherd who looks into the eyes of his Creator.

What a small boy knows alone

HONOR OLD FRIENDS You did so well my friends From out of the earth You arose and with a flourish Hung us from the hearth Then craving for on..

Stop the spread of garbage accross your land

A little dig at the pompous

YUR BUTEIFUL LIKE THE FLARS Yur beautiful like the flars of spring Did I tell you `bout yur silphlike frame Those lips like rosebuds in the gard..

Gonna leasve the girls to the girly guys just like they want