Move along now, for we must sing a song now, a song about love that fits like a glove. Its on the move this new emotion, not like corrosion making it rusty, for the spirits are touchy. Waxing off ones selfish shrine and waxing on the shine, well soon be shining brighter than just diamonds. For not a hopeless place, only to those that disgrace, we shall love every face, not just by race, but by the holy grace. Move it or lose it. Don't stop to play a game of sorry, for all you'll do is worry. Instead detect on the game of clue, there's only a few that will say phew!!
Michelle Pullin 2018
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