hope you or well
i'been going thur hell
your lett ring my bell
and oh boy
i feel musch better
IT WAS A
LETTER OF JOY
SPANCH
Imusta speak SPANCH
Yes I said it SPANCH
It puts my son in a tranch
I think I speak clearly and oh so dearly
I say “ put the dishes away”! My son
Hears “feed the fishes and make them want to play”
SPANCH, it does not affect everyone
Just a chosen few,
Teenagers they are most commonly infected
It might be their hearing, it might be their jeering
What does he hear, I am so near
It can’t be that they don’t listen, their on a mission
Imusta speak SPANCH a combination
Of sounds letters and words that get all jumbled and
Tumbled in their head. Oh my! I should just go to bed.
There is too musch SPANCH in my head
SPANCH
In the still of winter a person can view the frozen lakes,
The last leaves that shake from the burden of the frosty dew,
The noises of the loons from afar,
In the still of winter.........,
There really isn't musch to see , because folks hibernate quietly,
huddling to and fro,
We merely catch glimpses through the foggy window panes,
In the still of winter, silent prayers are said for a bountiful harvest,
and a summertime that is filled with joy and all the best things life has
offer,
Our reward for a winter that sapped all our energies and dumped snow on our
doorsteps,
In the still of winter not much is said..........
this i won't share
cause i been there
and very musch aware
sometime set and stare
how is was to have fame
i have no one to blame
cause i won't this thing
it was
a
RACE PAIN