On the FaceTime mass
Maybe in the English tone
I hadn’t been alone
And although the space it knows
That he reaps what he sows
In fectious laughter
Nome release
Same to name the lace
And should the new
Be common too, to square or modest jaw
I last a daughter or two T time
And manifest squire lines
So breathing is ok for me
Salvage what I know
A little bit
A little int
And magic or windows
Don’t end the day with ring things
Solve all other rhymes
And then let go to come again
To each of what they grow
Something good is that I’m here,
About to make a train,
In case there’s lightning up above
Love wins out one day again.
