lyrics:
Ah, late summer afternoon
thrown about through the looms
of fresh night air that fills my lungs
with the dew soaked earth that has just begun
its new found day as the sun light glows
over the horizon; melting the ode
to a night everlasting; with its poop in my fist
this poem just went to crap...something about lists...
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