Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Rubber Boots Rain



To witness trusting belief in Innocence that Life Itself is indeed the creed of Tour,
take Watch true too the Avenue of a decision communicating Change with each rippling,
the Creek to a river flow with smooth stones to learn the skip across the flat water ship,
the angle of the Arch to further the stepping lift base practice of the Pull-over on a shift.

Freeways buzzing with Thought a brain folding in on the spot Creations sure shot,
trouble less the chair settle remove the hall of tempo that Metronome speak Clock,
red light green light yellow knows yield all the understanding learned by driving the Wheel,
communication that developed before the foot hit the gas long in comprehending the brake last.

Gas Stations to fill-up windshields to wipe with fluid of water mixed with the light to scrubbing,
the bug piled  smack common to that the joke of the hit was the guts to do fact,
as teaching instructive the Squeegee would stick one for the Sponge the other for slick,
pump to the tub where the liquids did hold back to the Windows of a Car in a cold.

Price of the gallons per handle the pull checking for rollers now digitized Told,
numbers that spun to a circular mold had a sound at the pump like the pulse of a gold,
the identifications row cost the additional speak as tuners try radio the Antennae is key,
dependent locations stream Country to ear however the Station is central it's gear.

Dress like a person walk like a person talk like a person hug like a curtain the person will duck,
jeans to the person a jacket for warm the sweater on shoulders a shirt for the torn the person will luck,
a Society that spins turns to pack the Past on a back at the price of advantage to societies in truck,
should the past be not advantageous to suck the display words societies mouth by literal 'shut-up.'

In personal experience that collection to breadth a daily in tribute to currents that bless,
from this blog a kindness that Google is set for a place to place perfectly shaped to the Zest,
I go to the Barn I go to the Park I go to the Beach I don't come to Shark but I know the risk,
should I swim in the Ocean or walk on the Street I am knowing the Bridge that spans the Skeet.



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