Good stars are not always seen by the naked eye

Pain consumes the honor of society when life is not well lived.  Never Again.

The Torah is not a chance to reface any unorthodox music twice

Wandering hopes do not limit uneven growth.

Here is a Turkey Foot.  See what you can do with its remembrance in your eye.
I would probably sell it to a farmer for a spoon. 

Or else maybe you can rehash its walk by removing the image from your memory.
But in all you do, you will not like this image in the day of your hope and refreshed knowledge.

Life is like a turkey foot.  It heats up and then its gone and ultimately you need to dance away from the ugliness of the common community of the poorer commercial development.

Viva La Theta Chi

Society is not a backwards street

Conservative minds are a broken egg.

Liberal hearts miss the boat.

Reverse the course.

Milk men are not always baseball replacement pitchers

Just because the hand of time is a new asset does not mean that the world goes back to GO.

Slipping hopes are not removed revisions

Paid for limits of time are not always bigger stretches of the imagination.

Moon dead is not refrained success

Paint requirements of handed liberty are always good form.  Never Again.

Peach tree reading is not always bigger proportion

Ill conversations of time are always better relieved with charity.

Investing fortunes

They come in a distant third
The cancer was not to be heard
The happy heart was always in good stark need
It was the sample of the Dear Cuban Seed.

I loved the smile on the phone of time
The world was a big vat of lovely wine
The winning hand was a table away

There was always a new era for a good stay

But there was never enough for one day at a time

Windows were always to shine

So there simply were more to be held
A cigar in a mist
A discussion and a twist.

The cigar shop was always a place to call your own
Your own friends, your own phone

So a new day was to be seen in the corner of your news
There would be more cigar sticks
And more bliss

And the era could last for years.
There are sometimes a few coins 
Sometimes a few beers

So a new friend might be your calling
A new morning, afternoon and limited night.

Volumes of the change of time

They come in hopes future

There is a new arbor of good health

A winning chip of solace's simplicity

The bottle of wine had to be good.

Scouting out a new channel of deed is a required good

Fear is not a chalice of entertainment. The words of enlightenment are always useful but never a refined sort until the hand of challenge is refreshed in times hopeful advantage. Limit none to reason.

Last ditch efforts to improve your own smile are sometimes your callous advantage over trust

Lamp lights are not refreshed broken swords.

Allowing for change beguiles the finished product of liberty

Trade wars enter the bargain of refused conversation but innocent ways are found in a new age with more regularity.

Patations are not computer literate

Fired libel is always callous example.