here comes the sun
fried chicken
batter thickens
mind quickens
meat eaters not wickens
down on the beach
temperatures reach
hot, white peaches
and sand leaches'
peeps and watermelon,
bruthas be a yellin
booties be swellin
that's where I fell in
love with you
brotherhood, sisterhood
young supple dry wood
if I could do art I would
but I never do what I 'should'
but what YOU would, always,
all clears after haze
bodies are just clays
of colors,
from me all yes no nays
to you I bow
all you me do wow
lizard or cow
we're all perfect in the now
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