The sky crumbles quickly,
As flowers become prickly.
Changing with the summer dew
To become something new.
The wind blows heavy.
Over the levy
The waters flows steady
Tastes sort of "leady"
Its all falling apart
Find the start
Replace some bark
Before things go dark
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC
The sky crumbles quickly,
As flowers become prickly.
Changing with the summer dew
To become something new.
The wind blows heavy.
Over the levy
The waters flows steady
Tastes sort of "leady"
Its all falling apart
Find the start
Replace some bark
Before things go dark
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