About Love

Our love like bloody pope
Covered us with clumsy paw
And we wallow all together
On the jellied feather beds
The wind like: blast! but that’s a small thing
That’s a mere thing, that’s a short thing
That’s akin anew arms asses
Eyes and hooks, embroidery hoops
We are scattered all around
We are tirelessly not tired
Pleasing, teasing, toasting, scratching
Fasting, lasting, graying, matching
To the music of the love
In the fields the little flowers
Like extremely painful armbars
They are sickening and eyeless
For no reason drizzle rain
Then the spleen is gonna quiver
Getting bored just like the liver
And a dog is gonna shiver
just akin to yearning Jane
Times of fighting, they are merry
Suddenly like any pastry
And agreeable and very
Understandable like God
They are bold and they are angry
They are kinda reddish painted
Just accordions, accordions and girlies and pea pod
Many words and nursery rhymes
Also fables, songs and childs
 
You-you-you-to-the-device
You-you-you-to-the-device
You-you-you-to-the-device
Hey you hey you hey you

All of the above is invited to your attention, gentlemen!

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