Seemingly, sudden,
Restful sleep all but over.
Wild tricolored Irises, vivid white, sun centered, Shasta Daisies,
And Cosmos of azures, fuchsias and buttery cups;
Babies breathing, eager to begin once again,
In order to forsake the bronze, soft textured crustiness
Of the newly milled mulching caps, as they race for
The viewer and the gazer's glorious prize.
Even with a long and empty storehouse,
The beautiful bachelors and bachelorettes
All remember how to drink
From natures vase,
And where to turn their faces
For one fleeting and lasting
Ray of purpose.
5/8/2014
Sitting on the ledge
Watching Harry play soccer
Girls cheering him on
Homies showing love
God i wish i can be a chick magnet
Getting goodnight texts every night
Watching bachelorettes fight over me
But I will never be a chick magnet
That's just the way I am
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