Sunday, June 24, 2012


Steps to tomorrow are here.
Look at the beauty of dear.
The dancing winds are so clear.
Tomorrow gets very near.

God might become mad at us.
The sky might turn into dust.
We might cry like a sad lass.
So don’t you sit back and sass.

Just live right in this moment.
Marvel at the monument.
Don’t be pushed by government.
Start colors on a pavement.

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