And everytime we go and seek,
We feel a little lunatic.
A shell, a well, a sea, one side,
A quite boombastic air to ride.
From bottom up, and left to right,
The bourbon whisky makes all might.
A glory shadow of one's scream
It can become an ending dream.
Therefore, my rightous pals and sis,
Keep fighting for the heartful peace.
by Blanco
Cetr Petr Netr Mole
12 iunie 2024
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