The Gallious Lady of Plaid
2005-10-16 - 11:44 p.m.

The lady of plaid punched organs away
Through the gallious creams and pivoting terrain

The Saw! The Saw!
Sang my feet
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Came from the street

But the lady of plaid when the frost grew fickle
Stood rigidly adored with lust gone atrickle

Epilogue
My boat has no bow!
Discerened my knees
My milk has no cow!
Informed the trees

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