Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Words In a Hurry
My head is burstling
With words that seem to be hustling
Its not hurting but funny
I don't try to be cony
But the words keep coming
I don't try to stop it
even if I did
which won't be splendid
I don't think that will work it
'Cos they come on there own
Without no choice of my own
All I do is put them down
And that lifts me up.
Goldtalx
With words that seem to be hustling
Its not hurting but funny
I don't try to be cony
But the words keep coming
I don't try to stop it
even if I did
which won't be splendid
I don't think that will work it
'Cos they come on there own
Without no choice of my own
All I do is put them down
And that lifts me up.
Goldtalx
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