go above living
see if we got giving
do the seasons change in the rearranged?
maimed a man,once,for being a ponce de leon
now he knows the name im on.i was on the game,felt the same,lovers know my name
if its pudding tame give me a game.train to cedar key dont work for me.usually,i just go walking.people gawking?nah,theyve seen the timucua before,at the church and at the shore.pick up the gore of these thoughts,wheres the land i bought with a store on top?give me my teepee and pop.rust,but,dont land a damn man an even chance at jams.no way man,just do what we through,im not gonna bother you.listen to the click of the shore,the tick of time and doors,both the same to me.i get by usually.the fee is four years old,they dont know they sold the world.if i get my hands on the motor man,its easy,jam,ahead,see if the dead walk or talk.put up or shut up they wont.
the land of amelia island carries great beauty and art courses.the tame shore and the wandering fort gives way to golf and night time dining at five star resteraunts.give game a try and you will find the fish bite usually and the doe arent far away.the palace saloon hosted many a pirate and now hosts you.be sure to stop at fantastic fudge before the storm hits and knocks that private recipe out of his hands.
chummy.fish.get the dish.wish me on a star.yes me are.the photo jar goes bucket.covet a loving god and see if he dies,we easy on the eyes.the spanish?no,floridian,go.spoke like we know what we want.give em a jot and leave it for history.the big oak trees provide shade and the night fades with out much action.no indian bashing.the timucua are calm,and we want them along.marking history without the tribe?do not invibe me,lets see what we,can do as a nation.thats what they promised and why i come.dont wait for heaven,lifes begun.seriously son,you are usually the play but dont get sun rays and dont spend the day pitching hay.like that?
a gory thought,the stores i bought didnt damn me man,my own hand did.we went in and saw mankind as a fan of loose behaviour.give me cave your head.i would never butter your bread with a picture.give me the scripture,ill rip your heart out.spoken kind,please rewind and refer to sin,the favorite book is in.let limbs fall,give good call,and hit houses,church and mouses.
animals damn thee?i dont think so see,we believe in what we thought we do.when i chew i think of you.its not hard,on our lunch break out in "your'yard,give me the retard,the dog you chose,squirt him with the garden hose.thats all i thought.i know its bad in your mind,when you have to kill every spider you find,but dont worry,hes behind,and they do bite.make it right.they dont love you like we do,understand there are two.
the work force.do yours.understand i tore the document or creed,must be heaven where i feed.understand i need not know about the clouds in the sky,but i do wonder them,how about I?i was robbed from birth from your curse,your grandad stole a purse and he got away with it,go kiss it.the place is stained with your remains if you do the thing and i can carry it out.we doubt we could,we wish we would.somebody should say,the infinite got all day.the usual play and the loves go ok.
we rimmy today?
i am a spider.walking talking with god,i get fixed up with maude,and bite her ankle.love dangles is all that is.if its wrong,give me the spray kid.somebody would,tent me with a rent a death,a crystal meth feeling then loves,hit the ceiling.im billing you this for a night in the sky,do we,you or I?time and time again i win,go to sleep,my friend.if the usual win,point me in the direction,let me deliver my infetion.i go guessing as to who they are,little do you know we are at war.dont report the cause,theyll get it all wrong.if you want it come belong. |
Submission Name: amelia island
