Tired arms and shaking eyes,
Colors that the mind denies,
Mystic waters just below,
Where the golden trinkets go.
Little ones of green and clovers,
Sing about a land right over,
With the winding yellow street,
And the red-shoed witch that no one can beat.
In the Bible,
Tales of a flood,
Where people drowned in flesh and mud.
Yet they use it as their symbol.
Deny his name,
For now we're fine.
Blaspheme his faith,
For now we're safe.
He promised,
With vibrant pastel colors,
Never,
Never again.
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i'm a chooga chooga chooga chooga chooga chooga I'M A TREEEE!!! a chooga chooga chooga chooga chooga TREE!!! look at him, look at her, look at me, chooga chooga chooga chooga tree!
what U tryin' to get our money/time's worth here buddy! :
Really liked the 1st 2 stanzas however the rest is going off somewhere in History.
The 1st stanza was really the best for me - It really shined. I think the first 2 stanzas
can stand alone!! Maybe a little
> Gonna send you an email that's 'Hot off the press'...in regards to yer other comment...???
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it started out a traditional rhyme and you kinda of slowed it down changed the beat and made it mean something
Kudos i think you did well
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