Put on your palmate feet come dance in a flash
you don't need know-how, you don't need cash
if you love to quack
and you got the knack
then let me show you how to do the chicken splash
Walla walla hoo hoo hooray
isn't it a lovely day
Walla walla choobidoo-doo
soon you won't be feeling blue !
When I thought of the fox he just escape out of the box;
The spider laughed while running on his hands;
It was heterodox insect with eight legs eating dark chocolate;
There stood a theistic hovercraft
They are perfumed from unseen spacecraft
Much I marvelled the propellant comet;
I am shorn of my vomit yet I sprew up the bird nest;
Somewhat louder than the grommet;
While I pondered, antinomian and palmate;
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Run on little red fox
Run on don't watch the clock
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Kayaking and kayaking with my chuck
Death shall bring hares
When I thought of the fox he just escape out of the box;
The spider laughed while running on his hands;
On a track the spider chases the fox
5/19/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
A tall branchless trunk,
With lush, palmate sun-kissed leaves:
Tropical beauty.
Two leaves fell from a different tree
And the loss of the world was all the same
There is beauty in all diversity
Difference of temperature changes not the flame
The sun that comes down a barren sky
Prowl and prospect among all leaves alike, he
Don Juan, on green leaves lovers of lie
Bringers of semens of light, we yield in glee.
We have not fallen yet, my dear, unless
Our love shall wither up our root
Race is nothing but the skin of superficialness
Let us meausre all merit by truth
I transform light to sugar as much as you
And pull deep waters up to give again
More than oxygen, more than bosom for the dew
We are the maker and licker of rain.
Palmate or pinnate it does not matter now
You are sharon like the rose, and I
Thorn or petal am still apart of the bough
One storm, one season brittle and dry
And we shall lie together like mulch where
Yesterday our tongues were tied in
Words, moaning on the happy, happy air
Chlorophyl sweet desire stirring the skin.
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