The stage plan
Roaming in the ropes,
lubing like the tokes,
aging like the folks-
we will to get hard before blasting into the remote!
New ground that you tweet about,
...about a stout boy,
awaits his crown,
prays of nights that go by days when there are no clouds,
or an enlightened language moving along by a count.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2015
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