Dusty Dust
Poor pygmy dust how long would you hide?
Every side your brethren never died
Possessed the wand of lady fairy
If the mood of weather is rainy
Sweet in every foot who touched its cheek
Approach the French kiss, feet drowned by trick
Really often ignore the dust's use
But without it truly no soil use
My friend dusty dust I'm insecure
Your freedom to live always secure
Copyright © Elai Cee | Year Posted 2013
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