Mr Wems Temmy!
Riding on a bicycle...
Will you want to carry me?
Mr Wems Temmy!
Jump on!
Miss Blessing,
Jump on!
Mr Wems Temmy!
Every stroke
On the pedals
Is against my will
To move on...
As the echoes
All in my head
Keep radiating
Her voice like voices
Of unrest frogs at night
Her words poke
My legs backpedals
Motionlessly still
Conscience swan
Heartbeats skip airflows
Mouth's words unsaid
Opened up initiating
My mind's closet choices
Into an awesome delight
Lonely, I share the mystery
Dancing to the echoed tune
Up with its low tone going high
Nouns into verbs imperatively
Makes me mastered them all
Yet absent is the face that speaks
Isn't this mind adultery?
Thinking of sandy wind's dune
Near the lake of my heart's sigh
Romancing her far mind imaginatively
Of how possible weather naturally fall
Cum constant changes techniques
Upon this weary thought
My mind embraces the puzzle
Of every tight filled storm fought
Watered mind's sighs thoughts guzzle
And again, I heard...
Mr Wems Temmy!
Riding on a bicycle...
Will you want to carry me?
Mr Wems Temmy!
Jump on!
Miss Blessing,
Jump on!
Mr Wems Temmy!
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