...many locked doors there are indeed, many shocked floors, where are the needs, that make up living, free of greed, and wake up giving, and succeed, lead in living, savor where the deeds arriven, on the glare, from eyes shut tight, as heartbeats fast, a lightening flash, throughout the night, now I could lead this to a place, but how could I without the lace, weather, wether, lots of haste, on ether, nether, had no grace... I for lovely locks of face belie the knocks a comely place, and nevermore, did I emplace, a better shore, or rock the place. I say you must've inspired me or something! maybe it was the whole blinkin place!! who knows, throw a verse pon it eh?!
©jordang
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