Sunday 27 October 2024
Our Cargo Party: May
Our Cargo Party: May: From her back porch seat, she carries a load, no time to think of defeat, secrets like lemons steeped, ravaged lipstick Eau De Cologne, ...
May
From her back porch seat,
she carries a load,
no time to think of defeat,
secrets like lemons steeped,
ravaged lipstick Eau De Cologne,
she makes a song of feelings,
when lovers trick or treat,
she discovers perfume soaked,
they drink their whisky neat,
living by a swollen creek,
her Bible's brave and a bold,
brings her sense of ease,
a granny rolls her sleeves,
she's no rolling stone,
an MK rifle by the sheets,
doesn't taste grape or yeast,
isolated but not alone,
what's better than a feast,
measures out her runner beans,
the kids still call home,
blowing fields of blue wheat,
it's her vision stowed.
Our Cargo Party: Lexi
Our Cargo Party: Lexi: You know what i mean, loving a rolling stone, narrow face deep seamed, i'm cool but burn with rage, even if he atones, he figures ...
Our Cargo Party: Lexi
Our Cargo Party: Lexi: You know what i mean, loving a rolling stone, narrow face deep seamed, i'm cool but burn with rage, even if he atones, he figures ...
Our Cargo Party: Lexi
Our Cargo Party: Lexi: You know what i mean, loving a rolling stone, narrow face deep seamed, i'm cool but burn with rage, even if he atones, he figures ...
Our Cargo Party: Lexi
Our Cargo Party: Lexi: You know what i mean, loving a rolling stone, narrow face deep seamed, i'm cool but burn with rage, even if he atones, he figures ...
Our Cargo Party: Lexi
Our Cargo Party: Lexi: You know what i mean, loving a rolling stone, narrow face deep seamed, i'm cool but burn with rage, even if he atones, he figures ...
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