There must be so many ways to say the same exact thing Like, take this offering I was commanded to deliver to you from the Spring And in the summer I shall say “take these my sweet” As daisies rise from the ground to bless the finesse of your feet
There must be thousands of adjectives and numerous never ending nouns More words than there are tidy and tiny towns Now let me say this in a different way to you you will never find words birthed anew You will seek yet never find a new way of what to say When it’s so loudly defined by a willingness to pay Are you bold enough to promise vows that you will for all days keep Or will they, such as a corpse, be buried six feet deep
How shall I react when she says three words so small yet so sacrosanct to me
this is dedicated to my decease little pet squirrel who when to squirrel heaven last week. i held a non-denominatial service since "TUFFY" and i greed, early on, never to speak politics, cruelty and reiogion.
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