Beth and the gone strode a beam of the Sunlight's mouth,
a boom gave rise to the thorn of a rose garden moth,
butter churned as the cow just mowed,
the walk of the sunlit moon.
Speaking of the seek and you shall find waltzed until the tilt said a lime,
drinks gifted water from the river means,
oh weight the mountains seed!!
Traveling the Milky Way Galaxy,
I said to the stars what is your chore?,
the answer was not blowing on the wind in that still place,
just a beacon for the elephant defined.
Ivory made way to what is know as an Organ,
the keys wept a couple of trees and that made the valley's weed,
canyons did dye a trouble,
the read melt made the sea,
or at least that is what I heard on the grapevine,
smiles wrinkle as it was the palm.
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