you find this all over 
the  grounds wet ,with a sham of greenish mold 
some what slippery rally,
watcher as the sun moves around 
over the land that men will die for , 
 yet it dose not bleed , 
that sun looks so Bright. as it glows ,i so love the new day 
before we fill it ,
 so many times its flit the same 
 day to day  after day it wont change , its filled with pity and greed  with sad Nessi and sorrow there long lost friends
its fun to dance . to let yourself go and  unwind into the sounds . its a true freedom  catch words 
 should i start using them to get more hits 
  seeing I'm getting  no hits  now it might help to do it
so there i was . fainting and thought  ,  not good
to ride it out  and  not  keep itself going .  death i suppose
 mother is  a good person .I'm pleased to be her son .
I love my Mum  
 facts are good to  live by 
  if there close to being  correct and there i was again  will it matter 
 there  plants i grew  
 when  i get to help the world i try my best to do a good  job for people 
  to my best  ,Bhla bla
why is that so hard for  humans to do . power is a gift not a right 
and time over time i see good things  be fucked over  by bad peopl to make  them seam  bad , but  they arnt bad  . they never were ,it was always the humans that made them  seam bad
time and time again it happens  time  and time again it will go on , time after time it just  stands there ,  with  arms folded  ,
time after time   just looks on, it  just stairs?stears tears to cry for  the lost gift that a loved one gave ,
so freely it was given it made it all the more lovely ,  sun in the fall.
 warm sand between your toes 
  rain on new beach
 cut grass  on the lawn 
 as the water or the hot road  as it steams away ,  ,for me it was a stale-Bar -room
it was a dark  dank hall with   a creapie feeling 
 it sung to my nostrialor hot road , 
 

 
 
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