Paper shades Morsels of Trails the simple to a great fathom on the love,
deep & curtain Wide the Universe is full Tipped to play,
excited and on an Adventure to cross the Solar space,
is not the sand in descript of a grains land,
to the Tops of the trees in the Sway a gentle breeze on the thanking the Lands,
its been a Life!!
Hard compass with Won Hell of a path on these fine pebbles of Festival leaves,
fantastic to clean the lens with a good shake once the as taste,
formal on the bends,
the nights of a ka billion tags.
Sturdy with foundation of a Future sound it is the feet that tap a bit of heat to sat,
but even on that weight it is the seat of a good ride relieving the responsibility for whom harbors a stall,
for I it is the Wind that engages my state on energy of sun lights liberty at pole,
sew in the Milky Way as a bar its the cleat on a sharps flat in a gigantic stray,
in bearing I love the journey to just paint the walls with print and proof of this farther grasp.
Breath on the Sail of knowing a balance on the text,
in that is the sleeve to shoulder the carriage of . . . . .
well thats not really the sticking point to grave now is it,
its really about the hugs and the People that actually show up to say in Whole form,
"I love being alive!!"
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