"SITTING SHIVA IN MY PANTS"
I am sitting in my pants.
The sun goes down so it can come back up.
It rains so it can be sunny.
We get depressed so we can enjoy our happiness.
Flowers die so they can grow.
People die to be born again.
People are wounded so they can be loved.
Life heals like a doctor.
Time speaks in many different languages.
Plays different tunes.
Dances many dances.
Love and life grow and show.
Start and stop.
Life is a silly gas.
The Horse's Ass.
By Jonathan Billet On A Beautiful Spring's Day In - 20/11
I am sitting in my pants.
The sun goes down so it can come back up.
It rains so it can be sunny.
We get depressed so we can enjoy our happiness.
Flowers die so they can grow.
People die to be born again.
People are wounded so they can be loved.
Life heals like a doctor.
Time speaks in many different languages.
Plays different tunes.
Dances many dances.
Love and life grow and show.
Start and stop.
Life is a silly gas.
The Horse's Ass.
By Jonathan Billet On A Beautiful Spring's Day In - 20/11
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