Truth to Central I strike a chord that Censorship is a strange and Worldly vibration to the actual in dye,
a sort of bridge to stop the broad spreading streamed to the bump in the road that hiccups do bring,
if the News is so altered and visions are T.V. than basically nothing is real to lead leavings know Nature,
a spring in the summer a fall in Autumn the snow in the Winter the Chills of it all!!
I hope that whomever is reading all these sprawled creatures the dimple to smiling at walls,
for in the belief that movies are beat than gosh darn the faith it's a kick in the teach,
an education made to order the tray of just served,
a Cocktail for Evenings as Coffee is Work.
To be held by a grip that sounds of the tip the speaker of difference just says go on whip,
my back is so far from me in the car that residing on shelves is about as life like as Hell,
in the discipline of length to the mounting in think not all can slam doors unless it's a team in the clink,
the hero will vote that deep mining drill just uses the tip to clue in the fill.
A ponding in punt or Cricket in Skill the Tube is a view of the Outer Realm too,
beating the horn has a purpose in form the breaking of habit of writing to corn,
it's a bit of a rhythm the riddle of torn while the pages are ripping the ki says its Storm!!
Day Timers
