The flow
By WillSimpson
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Clip clop went the hooves of the mucky spring colt,
She plucked up the courage to draw a thin bolt,
A penny a pound, she wailed like a hound,
Till men came rushing, masculine and proud,
This door won't open, came cries of deceit,
So fetch me a crow bar,
Its just chattering teeth,
The ex, the present, the names, the lives
Yes the doors of perception, a Jar with light,
I sing, you howl, we pair off pretty well,
But for the moment, this limbo leads straight to
Oh dear oh my, Not another twisted cry,
These shrieks are relentless,
I wish it would just die,
Oh but to be dead,
Breathing elsewhere, a forgotten memory,
a sheep upon a shed,
Basking in sunlight,
The stench so foul,
Well next time I fire my air gun, I'll be careful I swear,
Cause that last one was fateful, and I fear I'm already
There, there dear, don't be so down,
Have a drink of tea, It will wash it down,
Stop your crazy laughter,
Turn that frown upside down,
Cause tonight you will dance,
That handsome one will sing,
Together you will be lovers,
Then a picnic and a fling,
Haha my love, those summer days are but a dream,
You seem to forget that I'm only 16,
Well my lad, when i was that age,
I had raised three children,
And composed my own play,
But that makes no sense, at least not to me,
Well I'm afraid then darling,
That it must be something in the tea.
A fool and a shadow,
A mask made of wheat,
After you tidy up,
We can go get something to eat,
But before you go, there is one thing you must do,
Throw these beans out the window,
And climb the magic shoot
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