No ghost guys were in the daylight
And the library was dark and very still
The place was sparkling with flaming glitter
Grass shot to the ceiling of internet poetry
Poetry is the only way through
The eyes light up like icecream
Dreams appear like a sexy rolling fog bank
Secret beach's are waiting/waiting beyond the pale
Hiding with the boat in the old garden
Rain washes my face as the distant birds fly farther
Only to return once again.
And the library was dark and very still
The place was sparkling with flaming glitter
Grass shot to the ceiling of internet poetry
Poetry is the only way through
The eyes light up like icecream
Dreams appear like a sexy rolling fog bank
Secret beach's are waiting/waiting beyond the pale
Hiding with the boat in the old garden
Rain washes my face as the distant birds fly farther
Only to return once again.
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