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Did you know ducks are known as “quackaddicts”
Got a million more, some of which I'll now inflict
On my unsuspecting pals
Here on this weird locale
Don't get all squirrely, you guys are hand picked
Did you know ducks are known as “quack addicts”
Got a million more, some of which I'll now inflict
On my unsuspecting pals
Here on this weird locale
Don't get all squirrely, you guys are hand picked>center>
Did you know ducks are known as “quack addicts”
Got a million more, some of which I'm gonna inflict
On my unsuspecting pals
Here on this Soup locale
Don't get all squirrely, you guys are hand picked
Did you know ducks are known as “quack addicts”
Got a million more, three of which I'll now inflict
On my unsuspecting pals
Here on this weird locale
Don't get all squirrely, you guys are hand picked
Confidence is something i wear, much like a dress
or when i strikeout in the game I have to pick it back up like a bat.
Confidence and being a women are hand and hand you see.
Confidence is something I douse my self in, much like my perfume.
I love being a women, and wearing my confidence.
Drones fill the air, they black out the sun
Each ordered to do what has to be done
The payload they carry delivered poste haste
Commands are hand typed and some cut and paste
The beasts and the birds take what comes their way
Our brand new tomorrow, demanded today
So drones hit our neighbourhoods time after time
We should have been warned about Amazon Prime
Young Billy hood
Stood like a wood,
Thinking about life
Failing to have a stronghold,
I too, a branch of humanhood
Knows and cares about your
Troubled mood.
I bet others understood,
stop swelling like a parachute
This is nothing but the truth,
Your fruits and growth are hand in hand.
In the eyes of fate
Time is not late
But articulate,
So hope to drink and eat and cloth.
He says it true. He says it correct.
Many words we choose at the level of intellect.
Intelligence I once thought came through
burning brain distraught.
Now I choose a fire of guided energy.
Not one that continued to burn me.
I blaze up in diligent power.
My flame rises and bathes all in a shower.
A union of heat in creation and destruction.
I am expansive in charged motion.
Stillness and change are hand in hand...
This is the marriage of souls in our land.