Up in the sir..

Yes sir

Oh yes a bag of rocks

You must be joking

To carry to the party

For a joke maybe

Oh really

Its full of candy

Finest chocolate in the land

The land

For romantic pens that doodle

This seems strange

Bad time for kissing

Better to go boating.
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The stars go nova

Like many pop corns,

It makes for delicious dreams

Carmel feelings oozing a plethera of cornacopia

Then to see infinity for a moment

Is what you want delicately

Be there and not beware

Or bravely to open

The sky open like a giant rose

And a wrath of succulents

They come like hummingbirds

They arrive now

To be reborn.
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The world is better

And yet it hides

As if in a cave

This opening place

For hearts and minds

Come my friends

Crawl inside

I have found lights

To flood magic

Into your life

With super nova juice

Delights.
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