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I think with my heart; not my head in my hand or buried deep under the sand. Because when everything comes from the core, i don’t need to wonder any more. Thinking is not a chore: like folding laundry into a tidy drawer. But that’s what draws our glass floor, and causes us to continully snore. But what we chose to ignore, should be infact, exactly what we adore. Then maybe we’d ask for an encore instead of a 24/7 drug store. _______ To you, i may be a boar, but we must bust down the door. Stop fighting the war! Live for evermore( if we wish to soar). _____ But today our biggest sore may be the us marine corp. i hurt for their souls, scattered galore. it is i who they fend for, it is why their blood continues to pour. But that doesn’t effect you, because it happens on another shore. Your questions? i have answer for, but please don’t ask me the baseball score. Those fact are not in my houses’ decor, all forms of politics, i choose to ignore. __________ You can call me a dinosaur, regardless, I am not a cannibalistic carnivore. _________ I know you may ridicule, but i prefer to be the recluse, only coming out, when looking for a spruce. So, when i do explore, you will not find me with the busy bodies, you will find me with the mircoscopic spores. After all, it's we they provide for. After this adventure, i know they swore, they could create me a commodore. On our yaht, somewhere offshore. There would be no more war. just hugs, tugs, and kisses galore. Before, I was a skeptic, ******** i now believe holeheartedly in folklore. My faith in prewar, is now eternally restored. Because mother against man always out scores, that is why i look no more. Nature is my only mentor. ________ now, i see myself as a matador. i can be anything, that is the underscore.
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
Ostrich to the Core
I think with my heart; not my head in my hand or buried deep under the sand. Because when everything comes from the core, i don’t need to wonder any more. Thinking is not a chore: like folding laundry into a tidy drawer. But that’s what draws our glass floor, and causes us to continully snore. But what we chose to ignore, should be infact, exactly what we adore. Then maybe we’d ask for an encore instead of a 24/7 drug store. _______ To you, i may be a boar, but we must bust down the door. Stop fighting the war! Live for evermore( if we wish to soar). _____ But today our biggest sore may be the us marine corp. i hurt for their souls, scattered galore. it is i who they fend for, it is why their blood continues to pour. But that doesn’t effect you, because it happens on another shore. Your questions? i have answer for, but please don’t ask me the baseball score. Those fact are not in my houses’ decor, all forms of politics, i choose to ignore. __________ You can call me a dinosaur, regardless, I am not a cannibalistic carnivore. _________ I know you may ridicule, but i prefer to be the recluse, only coming out, when looking for a spruce. So, when i do explore, you will not find me with the busy bodies, you will find me with the mircoscopic spores. After all, it's we they provide for. After this adventure, i know they swore, they could create me a commodore. On our yaht, somewhere offshore. There would be no more war. just hugs, tugs, and kisses galore. Before, I was a skeptic, ******** i now believe holeheartedly in folklore. My faith in prewar, is now eternally restored. Because mother against man always out scores, that is why i look no more. Nature is my only mentor. ________ now, i see myself as a matador. i can be anything, that is the underscore.
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
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