Some stoppage leads to some-what calls that
All shiny shoes and colors of hats,
Along all the topsy-turvy and strong
Little lanes and some too long
From this stoppage it leads
All as flittering mind
Some are clam some that heaves
But neither or either may shine
From this stoppage all ways leads
An innocence to a mother's bringing
A midday break of heart
And some own's consoling.
Form this stoppage its lead
How he has a spinny heart then me
Or a lone walk through a stromy day
Only thinking when i will meet the spring
Here i sm sitting and thinking
What is wrong and what is right
Between conception and instict
To see you with naked eyes without blink.
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