The lakes
A beautiful looking thing is totem....... the sadness and happiness they barge and fade but life isn't about ending ourselves.....
1. The lakes
I would ruffle the canoe
And scramble my way to the lakes
Where naturalism is a cagoule
To seed-bearing flakes
Scauntering scauntering, I scanted
The voices are now clear
The place is not yet contrived
Chirps blazing into my ear
Not yet contrived by a milksop
Yet to be demonized by an oap
The white smoke makes me scant
To the purity I lay a client
Turning my canoe to the acacia herbs
Fluttering faster than cobs
The breeze fitted like a coif
I drown and run out of life
I am too relaxed to breathe
My mind feels better underneath
A beautiful looking thing is totem....... the sadness and happiness they barge and fade but life isn't about ending ourselves.....
1. The lakes
I would ruffle the canoe And scramble my way to the lakes Where naturalism is a cagoule To seed-bearing flakes Scauntering scauntering, I scanted The voices are now clear The place is not yet contrived Chirps blazing into my ear Not yet contrived by a milksop Yet to be demonized by an oap The white smoke makes me scant To the purity I lay a client Turning my canoe to the acacia herbs Fluttering faster than cobs The breeze fitted like a coif I drown and run out of life I am too relaxed to breathe My mind feels better underneath
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