praise high, drums of jacks,
peak of sun's glorious tracks,
pen men's sick and smile
pour hands on giant back,

o man, o mighty lord,
over the trails of life of boats
of holding the eyes of white wisdom
one trail of concrete bones,

even-odds cloak of life
ends the smile or build the heights
eden sings "falling in love"
ever born from roses of huts,

travels on towers of Spain
the doodle arts the banquet land
toss skins to armed muscles
twins vocals with altered faces,

in the mid of six seasons,
ice the verses of fallen letters,
if the plates are served bitter
its the taste of ancient glitter,

crest velvet and cotton candy,
cures smokey death of wine
clock cloaks candy moods,
cheese burst and double shots,

plays opera at sydney floor
indra and the wools of golf,
curl the boards of hollywoods
amid shoots and candid foods
swim along the perfect river
sweeter as the nightingale,
over and out, hail the lord!!

~kbmw3004