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She is my sight; air and balloon…
This is pain; I can’t give up
She raised my head; corrects my ink.
Busy like bees; she is my loom
All but gain; as she knits me up
The thread of love, is our fabrics.
In fright or flight; I suck balloons..
She is my pleasure; no stitch up
We are bonded, like ankle and wrist.
Don’t tell me we are leaders of tomorrow Whereas we have been compelled to burrow And wallow in the deep of our shameful sorrow I…
There is a place somewhere I rather be Not in the paradise of destructive bees Nor amongst lost souls wiggling in thrills Until my dust…
Now little Hazel don’t you cry Dad’s gonna be there all the time He is your baby sitter, take high five… Guffawing and chuckling, mess…
While the monkey works vigorously Baboons are eating voraciously, There is a growing tribulation, And a misconception in my generation… Ever since Karma kicked the…
