My ignorance you ignored
my snoring to
from the land of the sun
going up you
welcomed the other noises.
Knowing the sound is just
another form of energy
expressing it's self it is better
than a fence keeping neighbors
away.
When we speak it is as if it were
the first time mistaken belief it is
fear just makes it more exciting.
Our daughter as is self rising flour
when sun hits her face
she rises.
By the time you read this some one
else will be mad at me I just can't
keep my fingers from giggling.
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