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Warlord Of The Royal Crocodiles - Marc Bolan

"Handsome as life He's our lord and we trust in him To move like the wind As our friend and guardian. The elements and oceans congregate on his brow And he stalks in style like a royal crocodile."

Evenings Of Damask - Marc Bolan

"The evenings of Damask are falling The youth of truth chest Feeds a starling With his heart. A chosen man begged by the wayside A horse came soon and died before him And said eat. The icy claws"

The Sea Beasts - Marc Bolan

"The sea beasts scull the waters Feeling fear for thee The hawks that tamed the skies Wish you so well to be. A Foal in the fields With the bless of the hills your Shore and you're poor and your"

Iscariot - Marc Bolan

"A box of doves I placed beside your chest Liar A stork of silk With rubies in it's nest Fire Of my love Will burn thee to a wizened word For ere to go unheard. A mare of wood Elder, elm and"

Mustang Ford - Marc Bolan

"M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-my Mustang Ford My Baby she knows I'm on a scene My baby keeps asking where I've been My baby's guessing that I'm messing It's all put together with alligator leather. My Baby"

Afghan Woman - Marc Bolan

"Afghan woman, deemed a princess Born a true blue thoroughbred Head a chiselled face of fables Omen of no ill Hills that spread around your chamber Blooms that twine around your ears Blossoms of"

Knight - Marc Bolan

"Night comes down just like a giant umbrella Slows me down, got to get it together Saxophone sage plays upon her doorstep Evening's lies are dying all around him Head of plumes and crimson ostrich"

Graceful Fat Sheba - Marc Bolan

"Graceful fat Sheba, she works with a meatcleaver Sweating behind the meat counter Her skin, it leaks liquid, the odour is sickly Her features aren't unlike a swan Her poetic, gluttonic waist is impressive"

Weilder Of Words - Marc Bolan

"Wielder of words is steeped within traditional verbs and curiously a dented top hat discovered in the moonlit Laundromat A busted cheroot is smoking on the heel of his boot His opera is torn thru'"

Deboraarobed - Marc Bolan

"Dug & redug & dug & redug redug. O Debora you look like a zebra Your sunken lace is like a galleon Clawed with mysteries of the Spanish main O Debora. O Debora you're always dressed like a conjurer"

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