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from ten words
and it starts with self: self working on self…tending to self
never sittin’ in: in the world’s funk too long…put that on God’s shelf
give me life in the key of G: G for gladioli…not the sadioli’s music sheet
up beat percussions cut: cut the grease…and break down the downbeat’s shriek
trying to find that avant-roll: roll that accentuates my stroll…and enrolls my soul in glint
to loveshine: loveshine’s my piece of daily bread with apricot spread…a piece of heaven’s scent
make it for two please if: if we two or three or more…can willingly not cause more injury to and slaw
the unibody…which should splash freely in: in fountains of fishes and wishes…even though this gauzed
world of ours is not free: free from bondi cigars…wars in jars we drink up in bars…then we speed off in cars
dy-no-MITE! it can be: be like how our minds create the stars, guitars, vanguards, and bizarres…on a par on mars
