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Between the top and the bottom
Blue is the sky across the bridge
Halfway through, the end always shift
Hoping to reach the other side
Therein bliss, sweet, milk and honey
Though, obstacles do exist
Before we get to promise land.
But every time we chicken out
On the first sight of hazard sign
Or upon sounds, when across it
There are no hitches nor glitches
Thus; an objective to maintain
All we have gained onto our names
And new status in hall of fame.
I know your dad do not like me And I know your mum detest me I used to have this self control Avoiding critics and…
I am a man whose thoughts and foods Are; “good walls makes good neighbors” So I can’t break it to you Fools like me respect…
Watch the company you keep Sweep fairweather if you can Let go of an excess weight Appreciate every wingspan. Like an iron and the magnets,…
I sat down with a rich man On the same kind of rattan I couldn’t alter a word But enthusiasm swirled I watched him from…
