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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.
So high and loud were the screams At the point of confusion Many would wish the tension Was another scary dream. None cared about documents…
I followed flying butterflies as I craved But they landed me deep into a grave I bled right on the floor not just the pain…
Used to think a lot More of lust, no fault A big bum, big breast Pretty face, white teeth… Yet, one met no one Wired…
A special thank you to all philanthropists From east to west and north to south; Up the sky; freely the littlest of birds fly In…
