mollie caffey

Old England

We constantly change frames
Ordering orderves off of sapphire dames
Your head in the door and hand out the window
As our motives decay in red hot limbo
Retreat the armies of anguished feans
Marital state found among the radishes and greens
We will have leeway with those words
As the laced doves fly in upon herds
The told us that religion is a terrible waste

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