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Salt an' Swindle I met the swindle king, I traded laps for out of a cage and got the same view as running on a wheel. I had a pendulum dream, I saw the sway in, out of weight to pull... on a sign reading tomorrow that has gone on to the gallow ready, to drop through on floor doors. I lifted the hinge on cease, I gave the saving swing for ease on... the crutch balancing edges. Tone down my every song and pro for a cause. It takes a voice of ink to pin in fate, for that is a vocality that I can't endure! I fought on cases, in glass trophies, A know, now it means a lot to persist, parade a little of something to meaning everything about high noon for mentioned. As a sunset tilt sunrise with born eyes... so on sow strokes of genius to stitches. I quilted the peatree, my colony dish, as reminders are coming to common... yielding on modest request can spring fall, after all the bargain on whim is pieced for a granite lime light discovered. I met the swindle king, I traded lapses for out of a cage and got the same view as running on the wheel. |
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