The tip, when eyes part, when two trees the lips, the kiss shall, the wings, I do part company, the final secret never be? Is it a hug, in comfort flee, or a timed ecstasy, how winds chime and fly, and the final tip, the rabbi fly? Or flies easy, sum, a shadow a final cry, so low, worthy mix, to never see, the shadow flee, the breath safety be? Or me too, in knowledge wisdom sum? A little eye, to see it clear, not knowing anything, but wisdom held dear, and shadows creak, an out of tune scream, how a frown, is it a card, the tailor whip? Or a sniff, the carriage turned fair, how all off-key, and I, how I am held in a trance held pair? A little motion, knowledge fame, one tree, and a little doctor to sharpened tail name? Or a little sip, in safety knee, how a tilt a camera, does whirl the cane, to a shadow, hurt held tea?
Is it a whirl, my black tea, light, why watch filth, it is in dublin night? 1.50 for a gun, or 3.00 for two souls withered the eye lump sum? You know the bet, is will and take, a shower of kids, to responsibility, and their jobs, and families, I will quake? Or a little sniff, a cane, hid show, and a little morcel, bitten, to a child hand, other, and the sight, hid crow? How a bite tides sum, the disability grow, something held taste, it isn’t worthy to a safety a foe?
Take your crutch and weave it long, if it is song, then I have many long, or echoes safety silence see, a sniff, I am safe, and the screen, is it a knowing reflection be? Or the tea, off-colour, the game taste rare, or eyes on one, how a mission stair?
A tip, just a spoon, for the game ahead knee. Seven goals fair, and five slot tear, and what print do you want but one, one wall, and the name, what is the point in loss gripped sun lair?
Do you know my name, a coy eye, sleeze? Or soul, catchered, and the bounty two knees? And what mission won, but a tip licked finger grip, or two right, and the tea whipped, again in light two souls pair?
Nothing motion, it is ease as night, a muslim name, hidden for worship tight, and little cane, and little blame, the sun, does chime, the love, a ball game sane?