"A Gazing Star"
An Indian man who smoked a cigar while playing his sitar.
So people could dance and swing at the Palace Bar.
It beats all the street pubs by far.
A distraction with no traction.
What's the attraction in a Rolling Stone's redaction?
No contraction in this contraption.
Or misinterpretation of reaction.
Give up your worldly goods to find your inner peace's satisfaction.
In a children's dream about ice cream.
"They all scream for their ice cream."
It's a theme which is not what it may appear to seem.
They're all on the same team.
Floating downstream in their row boats' whipped cream.
If only the world could do as I wished.
One hundred women would take off their clothes for me.
I'd be drinking chamomile citrus tea for eternity.
Gratefully dancing eternally.
That's the way it should be.
On my big screen's T.V. for all to see.
By Jonny T.
A.K.A.- Sweet Jonny's spring Flowers' Nectars' blossom.
Alias Jonathan Billet
April 29, 2015
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