Ain't no one trying to be true.
no more I'm hiding my blue.
just once, try someone's stew,
and you might get a clue.
these words are long overdue.
Stews simmer, hieroglyphs are forever.
Form them carefully together
because someone who's clever
will sever them forever.
Don't let your tongue become leather.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC
Ain't no one trying to be true.
no more I'm hiding my blue.
just once, try someone's stew,
and you might get a clue.
these words are long overdue.
Stews simmer, hieroglyphs are forever.
Form them carefully together
because someone who's clever
will sever them forever.
Don't let your tongue become leather.
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