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Aug 2016
Thus now the smell of funky, I'm ******, hyper,
I saw beauty in so many infinitely different hues
(of Purple) I got a kind of wink from you and it truly
Killed off my lonely blues. You say I'm so "******* up,"
Eating, got the munchies for salty, savoury treats, feeling so ****
I'm ****, I swear, now rude, I'm on a level "so low" that you "would
Never go," and being so youthful and free, you must punish me,
But do you know what I have got to say?
*It sure was a whole lot of harmless childlike fun getting this way!
Warning, sarcasm written here! Sorry for offending your poor ****** mind's eyes. Christianity is a forced culture. We all must adhere to your Bibles story of Adam and Eve, the fruit and their being "ashamed" of the way they were created...I know...don't worry, sooner of later you'll always get your way. You always DO...!
Alan S Bailey
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