Best creation
Don’t give me example: “it is like”
I can see; read the heart
Those four gates, and a pump
I see them both as bulge
On the chest, cheeks and butt
I see them as I do
Spring, summertime
Blossoms, flowers, fruits ripe.
Don’t tell me, I’m aware
You wrote words with love, care.
We owe him ‘thank you’, you and I
To great composer; master Mike
He used them as lyrics, gave them life.
And sang the birdy voice; what was name?
You cried when you heard, as did God.
From joy, when man came; read Koran.
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