Funkadelic Colors
Funkadelic was the rush in hydioglipics of colors.
The acoustic guitar screamed while the idioglipic paint fulfilled the scene.
I was high as a kite and on cloud nine from the ecstasy.
I am a Pop Star.
Come out to see me.
The screech of cords drove the crowd wild.
So colorfully dress they went with the art wall.
The colors of life were the hype no racism in sight.
Everyone enjoying himself or herself this night shouting that the colors
were all right.
The Pop Band sings Fasciae.
The audience careered in their personal space.
The colors of life were appreciating the movements of one nation that
made this happen today.
We delight in knowing we are united in everyday life and a nation that has
built and established a Center of Enjoyment.
We will inform you when it is time for the next party bringing out all colors
of a country as one heartbeat.
Colors of people are the ambient environment.
The energy transfers.
We are one nation under the clouds and amongst the stars.
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PENNED ON JUNE 22, 2014!
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