How do you feel about the rain?
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Daughter of the moon in the day, water in the valley,
Clay from the potter’s wheel sayin' who’s ya daddy?
Praying for stormclouds, laying in the alley
born again with the j, overwhelemed ih the tally
But the cherry never sweeter than fire in January
When you could lick the beater in your mother’s sanctuary
Tarry in spring, golden hair in the green hills
Singing the oldies and I’m paying the bills
Soul sister, blood brother, big data
Reconstruct your song from the voicemails and the vedas
Unavailed I rejoice in the touch of a tender moment
Innocent in the choice between lust and my atonement
The crux of the tale -- get well and get forgiven
Ducks in a row, unesteemed blood in the ribbons
My luck’s in the undertow, usher to the terminus
Rust never sleeps but reclines in emeritus
Decline in America, serotonin is gone
In the pines where the birds fly from the sound of the gun
Shrouded-sun, summary my day in execution
I build the fire then work on my elocution
Cold on the cold mountain, behold: my church water
I touch the aqua vita, and fountains of goldschalger
You bust-head Buddhas, Amidas and dharma bums and
Get aufweidersehens, repeaters ablaze, colors a-run
Night West passing me eastbound on these bright streets
Feeling twice-blessed when I peace-out to these nice beats.
Submitted November 16, 2019 at 03:34AM by PaladinBen https://ift.tt/2CNRqOF
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