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To see or not to see:what’s true perception?
He darned the slights away.
Freud wrote a ballad. about repression but it was denied expresssion
Freud wrote a ballet about self-reception.
If you suffer from lack of self reception get a new ariel from Judah
I met a logarithym once.How do you spoil that?
He had an algorithm round his neck for years.
A sparking blog never incites,fights nor blights
Hark the blogger’s rage is flung; send someone to buy his dung.
Vehement words put off the birds
Hark the bloggers page is wrong;when he washed he never wrung
Dolly put the skittle on and threw his balls at it.
Little red riding hugs.
Sin for ever,pest.Get thee to a flummery.
Did he shame her blind embrace?
A word in the sand gives birth to an evaporating blog
A word in the sand would do better on a tablet
A rat may look at a hyper-link
The flat may look at the swell endowed with rumours.
An eye is only as wide as its tweaker’s blink
A phish is as good as a hypermeal to a mad monk.
A blog is man’s new trend in reads
A blog is a man’s views by his misdeeds
A frowning man will pinch your gewgaws and your donkey
Phising all day trashes your mind
Recycling bins empty the blung
A rule which is funny is soon enchanting
A trend in feeds is a blend of needs
A wholesale drag can download many wiles
A wholesale drug can unload many trials
A wood in spring makes the gods descend
A friend by deed never flees.
Hearing voices enhances our choices.
The angel of wrath has cornered him; sprinkled on some wine and gin.
He could have winked all night; he had an eeery site
He could have sunk on slights.
He could have sulked for his rights but who would interpret his wryness?
He sent me to hollow trees for energy.
He asked me to wallow in his hyper-loving arms.But I never swallowed his words whole.
He never rang at night even when he was right here.
He never clings too tight when the full moonis bright
Send me a code to break at your gate… and call uopon my whole with your new mouse
We three flings have got a big grudge.We al want some real Cornish fudge.
Confess your sins and repent at your pleasure
Penance is for the true;is that you?
Forever flung,his rights.;he felt guilt but no fright.
End it now and save me rhymes.