RESA

Right on and right away was the light's lane with our tight brains we were heading east towards that state's height and fame and by night's reign there were multiple overhead sights of planes

Entering our flight of change had the kites bon and our Mr. White was loved-brave, the rush from above had hype and gains, going swift with power were our trikes being trained, with speed's surge having the tread's wings we did seize our beasts and going foward on the map were our "poured affords" of our engine's facts, our cores soared and roared and did mention what was packed on our track, with faith going 1st rate we did create bytes, we did free wake with their mics, we were late with their likes, but felt great with their genre's type, the plan then became spanned with great danes, the land's main had us as fans still sane and our chance did maintain, and the nearby vans did drain, our cams were wise and Lance had the sky, the beam of the hype had flames, dratini's steam was ripe and plain dragonite's dream had the green pipe's range, their signs so sincere emerged, their times of pinned squares were heard, their adult's limbed hold had their sober street creds, culpable and glad without fear was their hope's concern for our bed, our might still under without pike were above and grained

So then it was to the primate city of the east and the of their laws having the halled hard street of the main

Away and with our flow's wend we did split, we were the hit wind's dust, brand new were doves, limed straight with our dimed drapes then became our fine shape and lift lead, and with riffed reads the cliff's beats provided our fifth's feed, the cubs hubbed with cleats and unleashed, the Sams did bud without duds, in gear were our steers padding with our paws, it was clear that we ran dear with grabbing the hour's great bawd, we were peers under god, our pad's thing was subbed and called, we were the bards going complete with our plugs having F.U.D. thuds and fangs

- Avalon Dakota

- 7-11-26

- 5:55 PM

- RESA