Aint got much luck from the four leaf clover, feel so frenchy whiney, you’d glide across to dover
Just to feel over-exaggerated, your mind - occupating thoughts, toward’ the cultural criminals, population: try-bal nought/naught
-sort outs codes of co-existence, felt like permanente: non-existence
excite all in air tight bags, punch bag, puns in, aint got a boot to whack it,
or a glove to ‘stone strength’ feel it
…feels so faint, can’t believe it – aint got much heart as not really that fit,
feel so mild in my tastes, feel so child in my age
it’s so unlucky to be a foreign, feel the rain upon and in the meditteranian,
you should be there, getting the soak
you wait for a big haze, a stars in your eyes so you go up in smoke
aints got ideas, ideas have opinions,
haven’t no reasons as allover are unanswered questions
quest a re, request please
keep lest haveth faith in all that is open,
close off dam-ages, off-ers aren’t off, they’re still on
haven’t had much weak going this week to move me on strong..
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