Gravity
Gravity
With gravitys help I’m not left on the shelf,
Just a nong on the left side of might (dummy)
undies don’t wear, helps the growth, not the hair,
swinging precision, ol horse he says” yair, too right,”
the terrific heat in the Aussie land sweet,
means cooler in, ya just only strides, (pants)
cooler in fact, the blood flow does act,
a generous flow in my pride,
consider the word , of the freedom returned,
and gravity had to abide,
underwear rare, not the growth of the hair,
take gravity for a sweet ride,
sometime…
Don Johnson
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