I play with the words
I don’t want to be busy as a bee
I want to enjoy and take it easy
I won’t work hard to get rich
I fly in dream like a witch
And go to places where no one can go
And see many things that no one can show
My mind is rich in everyway
If I remain poor it’s okay
I play with the words like Pele
To bring poetry’s golden day
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