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Dance the spark to the splash of the rising water shore,

its the stun that said Its rice,

bouncing on the sunlight like its a ball at Tide lights stall,
these mirror reflections quarry a see,
memory of windows with the Wind Shields wiping skids to laugh the stoned As rock.

A disk in the Sky as the blues shape a Globes tile,

there it shows,

blank its and just rides,

for the sake of the back show at the green room adding dollar stores to sides,
this port is off in tree,
 short this fun Stun,
while in the hop to bounce that squall.

Halt scry`d the rollers on the Waves of solve,

over on that ocean of waters on the Sat,

dive to the bends in the turners of bridge pro^pane,

it is just the compass on a directional type state.

Dirt marks the dig to the shovels on stacked,

life is the world that shorts the lens touching left,

comprehend on an understanding to verses gone a Spring.

Strip it all Out to be aware of a bee,

honey drinks to the Vodka strain a bit of Ice Cube raised,

ditches for the jumps and fields of Jung,

book Library on the piers,

in the Mid of a cats stride I'll supply The Sugar Cane of plainly speaking See and Aitch.

Singing to the language of the set Ancient speak,

did you ground Electric just for the door of  fastrak Talk at goes to only slam the brand,

was the language of the Crib shed with elbow snore,
each Map Other true to form has bore the Toll to bridge deplore.

Does the Noise chatter to a type of Hand or the prints of Fingers on tray??,

the Screen act tore's guild is trough of stage ankle shackle paid,

but what 'if' all that suppose had been for this reason and Wisdom had lived to ready morsel??

What 'if' the practice of hours on the sit to file the write had a Scribe in the sound of Real Life at shrugged,

what 'if' all that compass was to per Happens of Training so that life would door to skates??,

now the theater will snot know a sleeve of My in tell of rivers filled with the salt of my tears long.

Sleeve the seat to that laid on the credits of bet auditions with a good ole speaking puppets raft,

boating to the Oar of a paddling slapped Thigh or is it The Clapping of an Audience bead,

getting the Part so to ride the formal Movie House with a Poster board on the lathe,

nude to a born as the natural Shacked the talk as just a over the wait of sat back to Puddle prose,

in the time to the tell of the information Hi way the character would perfect this gave,

but in truth Who is on first,
What is on Second,
and You don't know Who's on third,

'cause its not a riddle its a social joke kicking the skeet like a rifling of the words on this sheet,
just Ask fill dawn A hue.