There Goes the Last Dj
Centuries be philosophy and many people say that life is merely
What one makes of it ? Averting chance as circumstance; songbirds
Their most chirping this piping atop golden branches a myoptic melody
Until truth's rain forest drenches these notes gray, piercing showers ?
Time never fails while feathers fall and off they go his naked dodo; dancing
With worms renditions their will resounding as, read aloud amid campuses about
Her globe higher, the children grasp and silverish dreams ? She seems black in white....
An emancipation proclamation; it's baby, takes centre stage love's scroll ? Holy, Your disco.
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