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Surely these surly bits Must be burrs caught up in my Makeup - Making up reasons for Why my spit was accidental. I done been through a Rough patch or two - Crawling with these Thorns in my knees Across funky plateaus That poke their chests out In their scouts For sunnier flora. Though, I assume their search Didn't go over so well. 'cause these scabbings won't heal Like I want them to, Buried under gobs of Ointment That was supposed to take care of it (And One more bandage Just in case). I'm just moseying on through, With my feelers out, Making sure you're someone I have to know. In and on my way Somewhere In this crazy field, Waiting for sunflowers To bless my prayers While I continue to Make room for myself to Slip past Without being noticed. I'm smiling so hard To keep the soft-hearted At bay - Trying to avoid being forced Into pinpoint relations With clueless drifters Who refuse to stay on their side. They only mean well - I know this, I do. But, the simple has yet to escape me. Send your Sympathies To the weak ones, Roleplaying Alongside the meek, For these are the creed Who, Without giving heed, Deliver their lives To bliss.
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Sep 7, 2011
Sep 7, 2011 at 11:02 AM UTC
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Surely these surly bits Must be burrs caught up in my Makeup - Making up reasons for Why my spit was accidental. I done been through a Rough patch or two - Crawling with these Thorns in my knees Across funky plateaus That poke their chests out In their scouts For sunnier flora. Though, I assume their search Didn't go over so well. 'cause these scabbings won't heal Like I want them to, Buried under gobs of Ointment That was supposed to take care of it (And One more bandage Just in case). I'm just moseying on through, With my feelers out, Making sure you're someone I have to know. In and on my way Somewhere In this crazy field, Waiting for sunflowers To bless my prayers While I continue to Make room for myself to Slip past Without being noticed. I'm smiling so hard To keep the soft-hearted At bay - Trying to avoid being forced Into pinpoint relations With clueless drifters Who refuse to stay on their side. They only mean well - I know this, I do. But, the simple has yet to escape me. Send your Sympathies To the weak ones, Roleplaying Alongside the meek, For these are the creed Who, Without giving heed, Deliver their lives To bliss.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
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Sep 7, 2011
Sep 7, 2011 at 11:02 AM UTC
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