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| Beauty at Fresh Pond The sunlight catches the glint of her tan Ocean waves crashing off the back of her hand Arm poised in an inquisitive stance the lake is ready to throw it off with the flow of her pants Where are we going says the crew down below The children play in the wake of her ebb flow Sweat flows down from an old spiders web The drool of the canine links the sky to the ground A bird swoops to take the food off her mound Her beauty is awesome the young boy expounds. Quakin' Awakin' Children fear no more It's okay, we're just going fishing Pitoune, Pitoune, Pitoune The beggar spits on the ground Thunder and lightening, crack in the skies down below The rumble and shudder of silicon pots Mark the start of a trembling spark. Clozet Dope Life is a mixture of lean too's and big afros If you want more you've got to eat your milk and cookies Tarzan swings from belly button vines attitude has a lot to do with how you view things See the world with god's telephoto goggles Knock your knees three times and the Wizard was just a dream Jimmy Dean. Black Hole Sex in black nighties desires the tighty whities Blue boxers bout the struggle of old married couples wars they wage, follow a formula linked to your soul and your feet will never ever walk too far down that hole To the inner space, between the lines, read the labels on your favorite wines. The true meaning of life is the gasps and the sighs the tears and the cries Between the first in the tunnel of love and the last in the casket far from above. The Truth is in Here. >More Gallery Items |
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