1900
1
A very bottled rocket of ships gone bye bye,
The last endowed of faith to rise,
As funky the dress blows up the curve,
Neither I nor she antagonize I.T.S. work,
A pageant hue left from the douse of flames,
The bully brother eating new snacks to entertain,
Guided by the whistles of each lollipop,
Colors expand what jealous jump top,
Littering the streets of fire in the fashion cavalier,
Anticipating, Surveilling, the credit dream about U,
Earning the trust of heritages many moves,
Disappointing the object lack of confidence outside the caveman view,
Royalties burst of colors in sequence to leave I.T.S. radio,
Bimped in placing the wait that walks around the house of smoking who wants to come out the door.
