All followed the lore, drawn to the cultured door
Arias rushed in score with Puccini lovers galore
All to hail in glore, the cherished Master's store
Then, the ROAR! Gratitude for the first drawer
Cries, for MORE! Then, came her sweet spore
In awe to adore. How could hope seek to ignore?
Welcoming rapport. A shared hope for an ENCORE?
No one need abhor. She said YES to the dance floor
Did you know of a path, outside the wall?
Past the city, surrounded by life glore
A trail thats surrounded by trees so tall
It might seem small, but there is so much more
Beyond the buildings, away from the noise
What lies ahead, natures hidden trail
Adventure’s of mystery, grace and poise
It delights any viewer, without any fail
You might see a moose, or maybe a deer
Theres much to observe, deep in the unknown
As the sun sets, the end becomes near
The end of the trail, true beauty is shown
Spectacular mountains that reach so high
And the northern lights to fill the night sky
Chogadella, chogadella
gleef a finkle, fangle doo
Sanking froth a wank forchella
bleetting hist la trencheled sloo
Calibali, spork n’ mally
jopelwanker deef walore
Ectaglancy, fallet plantsy
untwotopa feething glore
Mannyouopo, slifered glupoe
dangelation, clastig blaye
Homertempor gleeving sempor
happystead youngstuckers kaye
Gurf-a platted, lumbar chated
cheeperbrest du mingle bee
Chogadella, chogadella,
made up words for poetry
A lady named Delores
Is waiting ashore
For the sailor she adores
To return to the shore
He is the man she adores
She happy glore
he is tired to explore
The ocean core
he wants to be at the store
With Delores forever more
She is the woman he adores
you know i did alot of bad things back in the day
i was the type that had to have everything my way
i ventured off into a little this and a little that
and always kelpt a job to cover my tracks
use to think i was gods gift to the girls
did'nt have much but act as if i owned the world
i was smart evil and very rude
a great head on my shoulder with a bad attitude
back then there was almost nothing i would not do
even had my brush with the law a time or two
there was nothing i did'nt know
been almost everywhere i wanted to go
and nobody but God really knew
all those things that i've been through
i've survived so many times never knowing how
that's why i'm a totally different person now
i dont play all those games any more
i have so much in life now to live for
good wife good home and bills glore
might not have a whole lot but a long way from being poor
i often reminess and say things was alot better at first
but i thank God for what i have cause things could've been alot worst
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