Friday, September 17, 2010


Do you dime police in brutish clouds
Forwarn the hay I scold for you
Night arrives where looks came
To you it's what but nothing
The highway isn't good
Favors crawl into she wants a
Tired of war high you kill
Olives run triple play
Never saw that coming
It was fine and granted to be
Freedom was into pie
Wasn't all that much done with finally
Like I even know who that is