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Yesterday I mounted the wind Laughing hard as the breeze slapped my face It tickled like grass under the thighs A pleasant feeling to be afloat Rocking with the waves Supine in the recliner at dusk Up in the sky on top of the world Legs crossed, breaking nuts, bottoms up A vigneron never labours in vain Supped from my cup my finely brewed wine like a god Right now I'm purring like a **** in boots As I ride my roan horse with vigor Filling every cranny with sunshine Walking full of life with fire in my bones Smoke from my mouth is evident But there's a but, The fault in our stars Puddle after the rain A thought fast moulding fear A lot of questions clogging the mind An impending threat Would the sun shine all day? Hang around at dusk Instead of sinking in the west Stay up through the night And even till dawn morrows Or will it again do what it does Will I still be lurking on cloud nine? Where the mood is set And the time is right A calm in honor of the halcyon Where there's no need to cheese for the camera For the smile is always straight up from the soul
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Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
The fault in our stars
Yesterday I mounted the wind Laughing hard as the breeze slapped my face It tickled like grass under the thighs A pleasant feeling to be afloat Rocking with the waves Supine in the recliner at dusk Up in the sky on top of the world Legs crossed, breaking nuts, bottoms up A vigneron never labours in vain Supped from my cup my finely brewed wine like a god Right now I'm purring like a **** in boots As I ride my roan horse with vigor Filling every cranny with sunshine Walking full of life with fire in my bones Smoke from my mouth is evident But there's a but, The fault in our stars Puddle after the rain A thought fast moulding fear A lot of questions clogging the mind An impending threat Would the sun shine all day? Hang around at dusk Instead of sinking in the west Stay up through the night And even till dawn morrows Or will it again do what it does Will I still be lurking on cloud nine? Where the mood is set And the time is right A calm in honor of the halcyon Where there's no need to cheese for the camera For the smile is always straight up from the soul
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18/M/Never-never land
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
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