Kitchen is too hot
Sometimes I am like a drummer
I like to keep the beat
the kitchen get to hot
I need to hit the streets
sunlight so radiant
need to see,I peep
keep stumbling forward
cracks in the street
I sing kiddie riddles
as I walk the pain away
rain rain please go
come back another day
my feet moving swiftly
like a cat thats gone astray
my attention has no value
its gone out to play
I need to find a shade tree
I need to rescue me
a deserted island for from here
where no one can bother me
when its all over,am head back again
the kitchen is where I will be
until the heat begin.

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I like how this falls.
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