lovers of night
groove lovers
sing and to
the song
Lovers of night
Lovers of music
they really know whats
going on
Lovers of Night
Night players
reherst and play their songs
lovers of night
the singers
sing lyrics to the song
lovers of night
love music
fast, slow shorties
and long
lovers of night
love makers
need background noise
to get it on
lovers of night
get together
do their love one's
know what's going on
lovers of nnight
the nightstrummers
the string section
plays their song
lovers of night
woodwind music
theis band really
has it going on
lovers of night
click fingers
shake their heads
and bounce to the groove
lovers of night
picks the winner
with this sound
you can't lose
lovers of night
love woman
they dance to th sexy sound
lovers of night
let their men
gone do ya ' thang
cool man get on down
lovers of night
make plans for lovemaking
they stay to make some sounds
lovers of night
plan for breakfast
they know what's goin down
lovers of night
let do it
order the hall
plan for a crowd
lovers of night let the music
create the mood for the crowd
Listen with that, hear the words bounce back,
Listen to the Boogeyman, play the jumping jacks,
G's trading war stories smoking on the fattie that,
Got them loud joking about the old day's,
With the shorties that they knew up in Bridgeport,
Wow who knew that two connections be tangle in the maze,
To realize with that;
Listen.
Listen the boundaries breaching while we reaching to hundred man,
Listen wisely for I'm battling the odds twice,
That I holding the rose tight,
Think twice for I have away the demon's man,
Truest I say,
Listen;
Spacing lines are in line of the thoughts I see for some reason there's a chance I missed the meaning,
Between the Truth I seek and the truth we speak,
Savannah from Havana went to altana,
To be a star you seek the limelight got them again,
Listen man I got the budda on hand,
Listen I'm going loud to have the opportunity hand,
Amity the status for the heart ain't easy to comprehend,
Express the fire in the muse you have,
Listen.
Red like fire,
Is the sun in her mourning gown.
Sauntering with desire,
For by the moon she's bound.
The she puts
On hatredness as her shorties,
As she input
Sadness in her abode in her early fourties.
Though,She'll continue with her duties.
17:14:08:18:43
What is a kiss? To some a false pretension,
but to those who seek the lust of love,
sweet lips adhere affection.
She went her forgetful way,
she parted the heart of me,
the sting of parting yesterday,
doth haunt for all to see.
Inheritance, that gift of diverse sources,
from parents attributed, determines some courses.
DNA and the genes from one to another,
contoured in the lineage of sister and brother.
Death may award too, a charitable present,
untimely to some, to others expectant.
I have invented a sport called Yogates,
What, indeed, is this, if you please?
Why, for you, it is inertia, you see,
You lie under a blanket, only breathe,
You wear what you like in Yogates,
A steady state of not doing,
No, you are not doing Yoga or jogging,
In cute couture, like shorties,
You are not swimming in pool or sea,
No chlorination fever for thee or me,
No lycra or spandex triathletes,
No marathons for fluoro funnies,
So, this is multi age or gender, see,
Yes, all you do is lie there and breathe,
Now you can opt to do Yogates,
Or not, it is not compulsory!
She likes to snowboard
I'm a beast on skis
She is about the cold
Summer works best for me
Her cranberry spiked absolute
My scotch is on the rocks
She's thick, artistic, astute
I'm a chip off the old block
She likes women
Hey look, so do I
she's smart, ambitious, driven
I've got this poetic mind
She's a mountain girl
I'm partial to the beach
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I use my right of free speech
she likes to observe
Overbearing, my thoughts exposed
Her freaky nature held at bay
I'm nasty and mean to impose
She came over in lingerie!
I was born and graduated upstate
She was raised in N.Y. City
I spark a blunt, no shame!
She's a little hippie
I have a unique, witty swagger
Shorties a quarter among dimes
In this moment none of that matters
All that ass is mine!!
Jared Pickett
3/6/2014
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