Sometimes I get caught up in mess,
You know?
'Quote' Jazzy feet shivers.
around the block lemonade stands,
worth 25 cents a pop.
whats a little refreshment gotta give?
on park benches suspended,
on this forlornly loose whisper of
'Where art thou, Father? '
so small lip top beats
you feel alive for the first time,
tongue-tied
when you find misconseption in
disbelief of
Intervention.
or questions,
in statements of finding yourself
or losing
in everything but our Oppressor 'Unquote'
wait, You never know.
Anything.
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