Madrigals of March Echo throughout the Port lake backcountry With river dancer vibrations, lapping waters, Sashaying marsh grass along her fertile shore Uplands of live oak, elm, birch and sycamore Shadows of raptors and herons alight brown pasture in Evening performances, evergreen seedlings helicopter Into the unknown, bass note bullfrogs, light breezes Chaperone a gaggle of redwing blackbirds bound for Sweet home*...
Pass that dang psychedelic juice, Jewboy! Yeah, I know that I called you all A bunch of Communist Christkillers, But I hate my wife Even more than I hate you bastards! If you don't pour me a glass Of something That will rapidly change my perspective, I swear to God, I'm gonna' ram a butcher knife In that woman's face!
It surprises me that all of this was once not thought to pass. with the rising of the tides and the hastening of the wind, and then all life seemed to disappear suddenly. and yet the warning signs were overlooked and everyone continued until the water levels rose slowly enough that they didn't even realize that they were drowning until it was too late.
She endeavor sentimentally to enliven chocolate Till we're both finally in a rotunda as sweet And intuitively match with just a Hershey's kiss While a distraction is like something on screen With their soundtrack and film avant-garde today.
I live in this world but can't stop dreaming A man can just has hope Your beauty is like shooting star in the sky Your smile shines deep on the darkest days The beauty that is you can t be just the word It sends echo to my cold heart I live in the world but I can t stop dreaming A few words those are lost I can't have the shooting star I stay wake but still dreaming In the end you are just one of great wonders of the world
