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moss about the pool
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool
In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare
Where

brings good tidings as you save the thicket that
You've always held close and dear? Has madness overcome your mind like a demon
Possessing your will

you don't fit in

Courtesy calls
And rears up its head
A thicket of lies
In the light that you shed
I won't be put down
You can't push me away
I'm gonna

offa naggins, cans, and cannabis
Need a piss, pizza and a chick to kick it
With
Cricket in thicket sings like spirits in
Winter winds
Hearing things
As I

would grab you by the waist
A gentle kiss on your lips lay

Through thickets and vines, I'd clamber but for what
And you, like the wind, had come with

Why am I hiding in the thickets

Cry (And the leaves are changing color)
All about (The summer's made me rather duller)
Why (And the leaves are changing

Head strong and back twisted, so I stay on the thicket
And ha ass gettin' thicker I think God answered my wishes, wait
There go contradiction but I'm not

It's such a lazy summer night
There's not a moving thing in sight
It's all so quiet
No riot
Why even in the thicket
Mr. Cricket's slowing down

It's

july
Taking shits on the game and you don't gotta ask why
Take the dick and do comply with the Sikkest wicked style
All the thickets in your mind are why

[*1] Faun is a mythological half human–half goat creature appearing in Roman mythology. A forest deity, Faun lives in thickets, secluded caves or near

to blow 
My last name's Fessional, first name's Pro 
Flippin' the script 
Hit chicks with the thickets and biggest of hips 
Head from the prettiest lips

bend
Before the woodman's knife
The tangle thicket parts before the forest fire
Her warm desire
Is at my fingertips.

dew

the midnight storm and thoughts of you

the barren fields, thickets and thorn

bristles my skin, bruises my soul



when I am lonely

and I keep

thickets and flowers 
And pressed between the pages 

I'm the wiggling worm 
Caught in beak 
Snatched up and swallowed whole 

You care 
You caress 
You

souls are freed to plunder!

[Arthur's distant voice with Caacrinolaas' growl from somewhere below:]

Rise!

[Peter:]

All thicket wept and sang this

DMs
Pullin' out in my Mercedes Benz
Yo, I'mma pick it
When I pull it out then I'm gonna flick it
Pokin' through my nose hole thicket
Don’t give a ball

the black-soil?
And from the woods and the thickets
Come the ghosts of his victims
'We love you!'
'Ah love you!'
'and this will not hurt a bit,
Outta my eyes was

Now the night bore down upon us all
You could hear the crickets in the thickets call
And guns did flare and guns did bawl
And I planted my bolo knife in

Entailed With The Wolf's Howl
Towards The Dark Of Forest Thicket
The Deathly-Still Beauty Of Woods Draws Me
Towards The Eternal Silence Of Heathen Realm

Of Snowy Troops

Snow-Drifts - Dwellers Of Ancient Wood-Thicket
The Frosty Palace Of A Snowy Prince
The Silverhaired Guardian - The Father Of Spiteful

The Fresh Snow
Through The Firwooden Thicket
And The Eyes Blink In Its Dusk...
I Gaze Into Starion Sky
From Where The Lonesome Moon
Surrounded With Spectral

the deeps of blinding darkness 

I penetrate everything. 

I was a pool hidden in a thicket, 

A spring breeze and a winter windstorm, too. 

I guard worlds

brainstem inert
I cannot think, I am not free, true mind is locked behind door in a tree
Bad men are here to take master & me

Now on the run, through thicket

out beats
Getting bitches to
Dig it
Heard it through that raspberry thicket 
He's wicked
He's different
He's Phixi
He's killing it

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