The Hustle

We are going to the moon
plums oranges and cherries
naturalistic tendencies
efficiency arranges

worm your way
leaden pipes colapse roaming roaring lions
ability for peace

slim snap
midday nap
horrid answers heading our way
but each day
chalk the line
appalud like rain on early autumn day
leaving a voice fall warm fire humility
and emerge triumphant
and talk to the children
at a time

the hustle for
is harsh out there
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