Early in the morning listening to the queen,

I watch the grass turn from black to green.


Rocks around, capital bound,

In the sound of metal, I drowned.


We need to break free from the shackles of ignorance,

A look at our genes with a magnifying lens.
Don’t leave the thought before you must,

When another one you know bites the dust.


There is a crazy little thing called love,

Family and friends, and yourself above.


You are my best friend,

Let’s play the game.


Let’s go for a bicycle race,

For we are the champions.


And we must remain , ,

Healthy and sane.



July 12 2016. 5 am


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