Peoplepleasetheydiffer

PeoplePleaseTheyDiffer PeoplePleaseTheyDiffer a differ song Salt And Peepers Yin and Yankee... all of us are just too many people suffer in the shaded oasises while long knives wait as ninjas making promises to GOD. One man smiles his KNOWING at me another shoots them daggers in me they both make promises that they can't keep me with the horror of they lust. Eye like children best at how they trust us. A little girl is singsonging and her mother is in horror at the man for he must HATE the little girl for making noises WAIT this old man loved it he was never very mean about it but secretly he hummed his breathe to match the song the little one has hummed. Thinking now only good thoughts of his GOD and how some people are just young and how they have that innocence of youth just keep the little girl from growing old OH WENDY WENDY WENDY please just learn to fly to never ever land with peter pan and she is making every word she speaks into a rhyme for she is the offspring of the wine the very poese and this poet the loving daughter of mye mamsie she is so very in mye heart a world apart but ever near me sometimes she seems to be left in me in the places next to mother held so dearly one man HARD as stone another yeilding growing older in the recess of the conquest of his time. Sometimes it seems this poem could go on forever for this poet would just stay and type these words forever and hum a differ song. ...yes ewe its for MARY.