It's me it's true. They were hippies and in love.
She was a an earthly, earthy one
the skin of a heavenly messenger
to the core perfect, a pound cake
Daddy was all about the sky
wind was his nature
whisper was his utterance
space was his home
When the two swirled
there was lightening and thunder
above and down under
and then I came
The Love Child I Am
the perfect blend
of Mother Earth and
Father Sky the apple
of their eye
hanging on the tree
of the knowledge
of good and evil
Innocent me, so tasty to all
I Am
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