Randy
Randy sings to me sweetly, so neatly the rhymes of my time.
I was engaged on his stage in his muse, I use my own rhyme.
I'm inspired, never tired of listening, glistening in a fun sunny day.
Hay on a pile makes me smile for a while. My style is mine alone.
I have time to reflect, oh heck - Jeckel and Hyde, hide the stone.
Hide a bone, buried deep in my soul - not cold, but warm as sun.
Fun is at my house, no mouse anymore at my door. Stores are
For shoes, beats the blues; and pants, plants and so much more.
Two dollar bill in my book, look - see me baby, then grown. Sown
More seeds to feed. I read, cook, sew. So I'm a busy bee. Buzz!
Fuzzy bears, angel too, big ones, small ones, tall too, butterflies
And nets. I Love you and Mom and Dad bears. Have Mom and child.
It's mild out today, open door - no more rain until another day.
Say it all - let it all out. Shout from a mountain top. Stop to pray.
Rainbows red, yellow, violet and more. Rain, rain, please come
To pray with me. I'll see you in all your wonders and wander this
Land, so grand it is. Tis of thee, oh Lord; my one and only safety
Net, I bet on it all. Small and large, I'm in charge. So charge away!
Say a prayer, win! Twins are born. No scorn. Just love from above.
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