The Pitcher spills its chalky guts
A lamp can’t use the bulb, it’s too dull.
Leaves wither in the arid west.
Swim or find the bottom, says the sea.
The pitcher spills its chalky guts
A fly lands on anything that is sweet.
Leaves withered in the arid west
Run or be caught, says the spider.
A lamp can’t use the bulb, it’s too dull.
Swim or find a boat, says the sea.
A frosty night in hell, says Lucifer
too hot to sweat.
Leaves wither in the arid west
Run or be caught, says the spider.
Swim or find a boat, says the sea.
A vision finds its image
Swim or find the bottom, says the sea
A horse with no name.
Leaves dance without wind.
Causes to celebrate, anytime.
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