Curio

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dadadaa dadadaa dadadaaa dadadaaa the rythme changes the rythme sees reflections in the signs of heall for 1 and 1 for all the earth you see is what you saw...Dreaming...into dreams I do go learning just what to do and to no, back and forth the tide comes in and only my name you see as with in, my name is not and so I say Curio-s is my only way, want I do but nothing you seem knowing at all what it is, the want in me... know you do pieces and pews pastors and pingeling jingles all the way Santa would he say...say nothing he does dead he be, a kings quest for a dangling participle in me, karma coma is the liars of major manipulation... quest for love search I do not, for everyone seems to pick the lot, too much laughing in me and them comedy is not the way I trim, off my pain depression and fear a beautiful sight and a loving dear, is not and so I stand a snuggle is all and a picture too, a friend wonderful for me and who. Never enough the love from your pup sees not what they want at all and still... Calm quiet bliss replaces the wish, a laughing fool I fear in this...folly the fear of a man who thinks he has something all should understand...misunderstood the reason I love not the laughing, more of or like the shape, a dove I see participle replaced, smooth and sultry the shape of my fortune cookie, no laughing matter in this feeling that took me, irritated my work my mind into anger, laughter does work on your functions saying grow or break a spirit mistake trim too much its a humans mistake. Deceiving misleading you looking smarter than I am lies can do all this and then…How do you know what’s true and not as it comes to tales told from the lot, stories to believe reasons unknown burned truth might be symbol of a woman the first I’ve found in a book of history from the borders of this town…Emerged at once is the only truth that can from a single sprout that these functions now scanAsexual reproduction smarter the young brutal the tongue to get and hold what wants and shun the old burned and why so you never find and believe a lie…Talk I do little its true but write you see much easier for me Love play me a sweet sweet sound the pain I’ve found the pain I’ve found