Wolfmen and the Forest of Journey
My love, my amorous, my dreams in the Journey by
whirlpool of many color buds, la la la la, lay in the
forest of many vines as horse of many colors dance
in dark sky so high, by the wild flowers my rest la la
la lay, the wild spotted white calf, of many horse in
valley of buds in vines all kind for price of a party
by the many moons of different color all kind of
eyes as buds in the temperature under ground
in water all buds now vines and angels dance
like eagle, and fly by the mountains tops sweet
potatoes and potatoes vine now they pay for
the brithday party la la la la lay by the beds and
rest for 4th of July the party you all have paid for
la la la la we we la we la la ya ya la ya, for we
will not farvest all the crop save under ground
for a year for la la la ya we we the party, the
party for I am he is the first and first and first la la la
we we we ya ya we we la la la he is I am he is you may sell or
and keep the money poetry soup to pay for your
service to me, thank you Diane Henning
Copyright © Diane Henning | Year Posted 2007
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