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OLD LADY's MIRACULOUS SHREDS OF HEART-STRINGS, I LIED, DYING
Immense expanse of rockin' the houses, add to the equity of a quantifiable dark star, black blow
Mink people I call them, cooperation with their modus operandi forces my hand so I overeat crow
In apple pie, every day 'fore I die which means any day from now until some doomsday yesterday
Certainty is slaying gods, near and far, both concepts are in the lit up eyes in battle, a power play.
A need to know will qualify you for nothing more nor less than anything y'all are curious about
It's all been seen before and now it's all data accessible to anyone who comprehends language
All programs will be what they are, in 'hoods or out in the sticks, either way there's no way out
Learn your lessons and you'll be skatin' on effortlessly following the rules of monkeys on stage.
Moon puts you in the mood, tidal pull on your water content, y'all need fiber in the colon please
You didn't know that? You're 'bout 60% water or about there somewhere & runnin' out of time
Where fire won't be killed by a mere pittance of blood, sweat & tears but will yank your squeeze
From the fruit of the vines growing apples, oranges and pears, never wasted in fermented wine.
Chop this and that, breathe and eat the smells and tastes of what gods came hee for, eat, drink
In moderation or in excess but never in thirst or starvation, soul walks in the 208 bones to stink
Washing the body odor off and spraying the skin with baritone hums or whip cream foam, cielo
Up above where you always sit and stand, all 50 states of your beautiful liberty, freedom's cello.
Pretty girls were our daughters, our sisters, mothers and wives but never just a girl, just friends
Just wanna be friends because you ain't the one I've been waitin' for, I'll know one tooth depends
On ambitions of singing songs of rhymes on other people's dimes, payin' for rooms & a surf board
Dank & Jose Cuervo keepin' me company on a beach, on my back porch in Malibu, a lion roared.
OK there was some kind of a mistake with the calculation and I missed the mark, bullseyes gone
Pork and beef, fish and mutton chops, thanks to cattle and swine & lamb, eatin' 7th's skin & bone
I never played the song myself, I never shredded the frets' A & G strings, High or Low as E for me
Chord broke middle of nowhere, an arpeggio to die for, you see, hot heat's runnin' the dozens, 'P'.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, July 5th, 2021 A.D. @ 1:11 Post Meridien
{ Drafted to some @UncleKracker & @KennyChesney #WhenTheSunGoesDown link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ & @EricChurch #OverWhenItsOver link @ https://youtu.be/102HX7VMaeY & @NancyWilson https://youtu.be/QIFp53CiSqw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Immense expanse of rockin' the houses, add to the equity of a quantifiable dark star, black blow
Mink people I call them, cooperation with their modus operandi forces my hand so I overeat crow
In apple pie, every day 'fore I die which means any day from now until some doomsday yesterday
Certainty is slaying gods, near and far, both concepts are in the lit up eyes in battle, a power play.
A need to know will qualify you for nothing more nor less than anything y'all are curious about
It's all been seen before and now it's all data accessible to anyone who comprehends language
All programs will be what they are, in 'hoods or out in the sticks, either way there's no way out
Learn your lessons and you'll be skatin' on effortlessly following the rules of monkeys on stage.
Moon puts you in the mood, tidal pull on your water content, y'all need fiber in the colon please
You didn't know that? You're 'bout 60% water or about there somewhere & runnin' out of time
Where fire won't be killed by a mere pittance of blood, sweat & tears but will yank your squeeze
From the fruit of the vines growing apples, oranges and pears, never wasted in fermented wine.
Chop this and that, breathe and eat the smells and tastes of what gods came hee for, eat, drink
In moderation or in excess but never in thirst or starvation, soul walks in the 208 bones to stink
Washing the body odor off and spraying the skin with baritone hums or whip cream foam, cielo
Up above where you always sit and stand, all 50 states of your beautiful liberty, freedom's cello.
Pretty girls were our daughters, our sisters, mothers and wives but never just a girl, just friends
Just wanna be friends because you ain't the one I've been waitin' for, I'll know one tooth depends
On ambitions of singing songs of rhymes on other people's dimes, payin' for rooms & a surf board
Dank & Jose Cuervo keepin' me company on a beach, on my back porch in Malibu, a lion roared.
OK there was some kind of a mistake with the calculation and I missed the mark, bullseyes gone
Pork and beef, fish and mutton chops, thanks to cattle and swine & lamb, eatin' 7th's skin & bone
I never played the song myself, I never shredded the frets' A & G strings, High or Low as E for me
Chord broke middle of nowhere, an arpeggio to die for, you see, hot heat's runnin' the dozens, 'P'.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, July 5th, 2021 A.D. @ 1:11 Post Meridien
{ Drafted to some @UncleKracker & @KennyChesney #WhenTheSunGoesDown link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ & @EricChurch #OverWhenItsOver link @ https://youtu.be/102HX7VMaeY & @NancyWilson https://youtu.be/QIFp53CiSqw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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