Sweets for the Sweet!

Those are the treated people's of elders in these, a world of red-hot cherry sours of remorse left about shelves that aren't as empty but close of past prints and or manufacturing. That in like Werther's Original recant as an old retail of age candies bowls for family visiting, the freebie like atmospheric that are dispersed in homely decanters from riches of camels. Once fed thousands at the battle and fall of Grenada 1492 but couldn't feed themselves for the circling of whatever simple reason and or causation. Age as it can be is a ponder of wonder to the experienced, educated or none.

Such are slabs of the cheaper but held onto in variety for name only, not used or strewn about but also garnished as an appetizer for they age as we all do with grace.

They neither toiled nor spun, they were spindled like lilies of the day and quickened moralities and childlike fatalities of femmes. By the way they gleamed to glean on in their own way as starred S.T.R.I.P.E. They stayed back hunger P.O.W. regression and drummed the roll past the frailer and the forgotten by those who wanted to still give their 2 cents for Phoenix like thoughts of those risen reasons.

Always a back seat driver for those stripes that no one knows and never shall because life is the way in the truth of it and just. But resonated in underline tone to not pull the plug.

Life is fair as sweetly the sweetness.


Afforded are problems and by what Graces Americas sheltered are teachers with the sweet by and by of stilled nothings between us and dismissal. Not a one was lost by the ending of the vigilant serenade in the house that prays together, which stayed together. No matter how intrusive the reward I believe it should still be "yours" to any cheerful giver, as so openly it matters not as to the truth and heart of the star-spangled kid!
Unknowingly kicking back cud and codded nonsense but put back are the straights and riverbends for somethings seem too marked or angelic; or excuses but not bull script.

Lyres toned these colors like amethysts blues, which were all Star-Spangled Banners by we the cheery eyed, in remembrance, mindful of healing, lands and nations to tongues. Like revelation typed away at chipping to confirmation an expected end.

These are The Judges. America Kid! 1st world emotions.

Things like these emotions bring to mind the hero of the "Real Men of Genius" songs. The reality of the intuitive, the river that flowed tears, like Indians and their offspring on a trail that canvased the blankness to see, hear, and ponder the promises that not a one is seer. White Buffalo were once in the news but not up for auction, but we took up for his own and heard these that laid down as decreed of Daniel to close until the end. By the hand that is clear to this a day of rainbowed Noel and Noah promise of edge and circular rebuild.

Curved and bent, broken and bowed, never again will we forget, for cast down not out and as well not destroyed. The Psalms/Songs, yes, they're Psalms and songs of reverence. It is a word you're meant to miss here.

Innocence is a day that their transgressions are forgave but willed to say is what becomes of the way, the truth and the life that went unrequited as forbade Corbin; although, the highways and byways were strung out to the call like heroine's and the back seat to call all to the supper, the pleading and kneading of right now ruffled feathers of healing wings.

What makes the White eyed Red man Red? Why the clutch of the Star Spangles and gummed like cinnamons.

Big Red Gum and popping bubbles to those stripes no longer manufactured as those Necro Wafers and the definition of Praise and Worship sewn for divvied up self ends.

The bearable and responsible within are adult kids and while paid hands something to speculate with signature series, CGC, and so on streaks to word a Spangled description differently.