Good lord of mine, let me to
dance upon whitened cloud
of endurance art, it wasn't
on the beat moment to splat, when
I get upset about the historical
thunder attraction, my power
is shut me out too the dark, I can't
hardly see, I don't want to
trip indulgent heals, flashlight
burnt out easily enough
Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-22-20
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