"Timing's Rhyming's"
The click toking of a heart beat clocking.
Rolling and rocking with foxy Roxy.
A new born day is always here to get its way.
We have no say when time comes and slows.
It stops and goes.
Introducing me to a magical song I can hear through my ear.
I'm a sighted seer.
Wish to God I was freer.
In this world's sea of constipation's fear.
High on too much beer.
By Jonathan Billet-10.06.2014
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