Where e’re you foam.
Yellow is the horror of my new love’s hair.
When the coat gets thin;hope wings infernal
Dance for your bladder,my little old lady.
I’ll build me a bullet cabin by your date,
Don’t leave me,vet!
God never paid for any little green apples.
On which drummed hill did live a lass?
Parse cues me,have you got the right rhyme?
My life is guinness free.
When liarish eyes’re beguiling.
Tweet, Jolly fell home.
.Rockets and muskets,alive, alive,so.
Which whirled war are we in now,oh Lord?
Does evil never blend?
Will the end be bright maroon
Have you never been in gov,my boys?
How my heart speaks 