Can we play around in the dark
while the light peeks in through the hole.
Is it true that our visual purple would take a few minutes to help us out.
There was a sack which was the block
over which stumbled many a young colt.
The lower the rug slipped
the higher the bolt came.
Everyday and every night the stars talked to us
during the day they talked through the sky
at night through our eyes.
When you are in the vicinity of pubescent girls
and are rubbing shoulders with raw green lads
the face by itself breaks into a smile.
To tell truth from those lies
we need a toddler's eyes.
To get along with life
we need to embrace innocence.
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