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The Year Of The Cat
There was a man whose name was Jake
Who had a house upon the lake
Every morning he would wake
And for breakfast have a piece of cake
He had a private fishing hole;
He always used a long cane pole
He fried his fish on red hot coal
And served it in a great big bowl
For a pet, he had a cat
Sleep outside head pressed upon a hot coal
delivered along side...
throughout are barren land,
seek through the farmers laid before
table weight a seek to shine
telephone once you belong
touch the heart..
illumination on it''s fault
wake up to reach a tender hand to hold
in the energy,
to close to the heart
to ignite the spark;
the spark was meant sparks as been evident...
shout to the springs
believe you and me
had my sea food twice
through a trust to share
a match made in heaven
love where the music flow
beneath the window blow
bandaged to the extreme...
trust in a miracle rush
to grow on the beacon of light
shadows to a degree a breeze
love is to shine
the crown of thorns on my head
travel the known medic
in the trees laugh to chose
love was in a two way street
keep traveling the bases
travel through, to ask the Russian Czar,
beg to chose the island rush
travel the day through
thanks for the life given
a whole host of a filled treasure chest
love shining through the cloud
dig deeper to launch
to gravitate the motion swept
love sees through the ocean swept
we need each other
to show one another home
stay limber at its best...
kiss the face of a hero's choice
belly of the beast through trouble
love leads away from a mistake
shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call
Sharpen the angel
lift high the manner
A deeper approach,
Out over the mountain the hills collide
lift high the manner
A current mere dress
Speak slowly a half hearted fawn
through a treasure to help mount the hump
Uber looks out for people to learn
What a blink of an eye
the late of fake culture
through the cover man's sign
lift high the banner above
through a shadow sprung a sign
inside will hide
far from the belly of the beast will sigh
Accordingly to life wee claim the Spruce...
a merry mermaid will return
loves lost to pass the hat
vote to open chest it has become evident
come across at each match
pick your orange perfect pumpkin
shine down on an order
closed from vacation
without a tailored made orientation
get back to the Bronx;
we savor to what is simple
through mountains of madness
love within it's first degree
stake your claim on me
A pattern far away from the make believe
we will share a beautiful view
Lift High the Manner !
