MAKE the language sing,
make the language stand
and yell, cause theres a story
here, and its about to shed
some blood, you can feel the
beat, you can feel the heat
it gives, its like a rocket
or a bullet thats about to
make some ground, then you
strip off your clouths with laugh,
settle down into your chair, and
sleep..untill it starts again.
MAKE the language sing,
make the language stand and yell..
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Clever write! Well done! Patricia Gale