Fm110comphodent
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life
The sky is brewing
Spoils of her share,
Down with the sun
Speak if you dare,
At peace, she is a wind
The birds do sing
At night she is a demon
The moon she brings
Where is all the rain
Or should I say water
A storm that replenishes the dry
As well as the altar
We need an offering
As well as a sacrifice
2 go to the source,
4 being so nice
Let them all know
A man died 4 Dis
Verily, Verily I say unto you
He will be remininsced
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2b2b2 says: FANTASTIC....WOW! Real Smooth......Namaste |
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DallasCowgirl says: This was raw. Thanks for sharing! |
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