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Likened Too
She acted as dumb as his naive heart allowed her to.
She knew him of summers the conversations of fall. Say then to me what those who wishest me there told me of you. That you have been storied in conversation to make you less appealling and unwanted. Might the waters crest upon the edges: upon these times might you entertain me. That you are a jesture in the eye of you performing. Storied might then such be seen.
Where goes the night
that the day begans.
Where gos the morning as noon creeps in.
What ius made of evening when we race against the sun.
Until night has begun.
Until night has begun.
Sing your songs in evening
that you have rehearsed through the day.
Sing your songs in evening
dance the night away.
Chorest then to wander
Until the interest fades.
Those then who stand behind
might then shall they remain.
Peacock Funk...Peecock Phunk...
Music For a World
New York Music Company
Verbs used with permission from
the Semicolon: with permission
from the explanation point.
Swa Sound is a groovy gesture huh?
Like that: We do whatez the Phunk!
Copyright ©
Allan Terry
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