word art
By charlchard,
can't find a fiddle? did i say quibble? well, faddle your paddy whack, "flip Flap", my dog is vegan, cultured if posh, yet cult and gouache and sure showing signs of civilized wigging out, "speak" i say, three quarter gape, engild K9 grin, nexus keeping time on the fiddle bone, in pursuit of a flea
time is a dime its getting shorter but sure taking longer, hopping on the ride you are already there, takes no time to take time, time slipping away is free, sprinting on a minute, across the rolodex hex spangled galaxy, to be, a twinkle in my eye, to be, cash that is wasted on trash, "gimmick, give me happiness" i say, as i throw away my hard time earned pay
just one of those souls blessed a prince, lingering etched in time for all to see, high up castle, inside stone walls, playing to find the victory, frozen in shear rage for life, knot knowing if im the enemy, a warm glow comes over me now, cast from out the blue and as i peer through the rough stone view, i since stillness of child book meadows, lands far off, soft green yellows, knowing this may some day be, doors reach past the celling, needing no knobs and have no key, such a shame, destined to fade, the cold a thin aura away
do you ever play "kissie-kissie elbow" while sleeping on a train, with a stranger of your sane, imaginating in your brain, if not, the simple rules are, not to laugh or to frown, not to cry or to speak, or to move or make a sound, here steals no object clearly, yet that which is to feel, connected only by touch, sharing warmth from adjacent will
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