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My dance Yogi, Its gone too,
My partner Silver, Deranged in Blue,
What the hose spin succumbing to your burn,
What children are saying in lessons they learn,
Desolate pipes so fast in the parade,
Drums of hype full videos the arcade,
Standing to stumble chicken minds play tricks,
Leaves that crumble accelerating gifts,
Running into the forest of lesser schemes,
Like her pre-orders of cries that dream,
Remember him, the master of days,
U had leftover the music you played,
Dresses on sale now that this is messed up,
Flat on your backside, surrounded and corrupt,
Temptations’ clowns enough to be sad,
Victims of bouncing baby boy bags,
Reciting the dribbles you really will be around,
Focus and intent on lucky making out,
Carnal verses from all U can Keep,
The more I think about it the more I greet.
