Such a trip this is
Together on this tour
Heartily I toil
For this is no great chore
But I ensconce away
Once the grouches
***** their inveighs
Safe from fools abrades
with no thought
and little aide
My pencil strokes are laid
So heavenly on the page
It tells us not to run
Stand against the shadow
let it not dislimn the Sun
The Machine The Machine The Machine
It gobbles away all our fun
Gus
My skin be-jeweled
In this prizm Lake
Just be here
- Don't be fake
Don't loose your love
in daft's wake
Let loose your love
Eyes wide
awake
No rush
I'm cool
Out here floating
in this pool
Dust just scatters
its own way
I'll be here
just swimming
Cleansed n Sane
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 9:47 PM UTC
Such a trip this is
Together on this tour
Heartily I toil
For this is no great chore
But I ensconce away
Once the grouches
***** their inveighs
Safe from fools abrades
with no thought
and little aide
My pencil strokes are laid
So heavenly on the page
It tells us not to run
Stand against the shadow
let it not dislimn the Sun
The Machine The Machine The Machine
It gobbles away all our fun
Gus
My skin be-jeweled
In this prizm Lake
Just be here
- Don't be fake
Don't loose your love
in daft's wake
Let loose your love
Eyes wide
awake
No rush
I'm cool
Out here floating
in this pool
Dust just scatters
its own way
I'll be here
just swimming
Cleansed n Sane
*Copyright John D. Christmas @2011
Jan 1, 2010
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