Cecila, a calico stitch witch did a dance by the glow of the moon
ruffles flying out in the weird shape of a boastful baby baboon
Her boots are a clicking, a smacking, a clacking as she does the dance
Bringing Halloween ambiance to us, as she does in France
So. you have met Cecila, a pumpkin head guy says to me
When she finishes, tell her, she is invited to tea
One day Bluebird may it be
The someday when it's you and me
Where all the dreams I had to store
And all the times I wanted more
When all the nights I sat alone
In silence staring at my phone
Are finally gone, the waiting done
Come to me, then we'll be one
Life
is
like
a toilet roll
~when it's half way
it finishes faster
The things we replenish,
Before they finish
First of all diminish…
They don’t really vanish
Like in the stories we varnish:
And with it The Truth punish…
The nice savored dish
Chefs superbly garnish,
Not forgetting to be stylish,
We demolish fast
And cause give to not last:
A–Once-Obvious like Steely Mast.
Still, it doesn’t vanish
What progresses to a finish:
My tea ever always British
My potatoes all the time Irish
On this to challenge A Danish
Scottish or even the Finnish…
Dying leaves not swiftly brownish
Nor the hit man, suddenly womanish.
turtle india paradox is trailing
turtle india paradox is now failing
women pick grains from cow dung
goat milking men consume goat
institutions are collapsing
turtle india paradox is trailing
turtle india paradox is now failing
staples yield is stagnating
farmer suicides are the worst
institutions are collapsing
turtle india paradox is trailing
turtle india paradox is now failing
laws now have shelf life
laws now have expiry dates
institutions are collapsing
turtle india paradox is trailing
turtle india paradox is now failing
---Another year, another heartbreak/
God, how many more years of this do I gotta take/
---She was playing games with my heart/
And I didn't see it, but my friends did from the start/
People said this & that, but I didn't believe the spit/
Because all that I saw was her innocence/
And i'm so sick of listening to these love songs/
And I still can't believe that she put me in the friend zone/
I thought that she was the one, and would be my wife-to-be/
And I wonder if we'll ever find out how it was supposed to be/
Matter of fact, I don't want to find that out, atleast not no more/
Because you don't deserve me, well atleast not no more/
I guess my friends were right all the time/
But I couldn't see the picture, cause love would make u blind/
Maybe I was too different than any guy you've been with in the past/
And now I truly believe that nice guys finish last/
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