Little things count, like breathing air in a large or small amount.
Almost mad
drop the curtain sad
pull it up glad
knowing I've been had
Hell with the it
rhyme it with chit
this love won't quit
Tweck with some love
can't blame anyone
if they give it the shove
Not a good Idea
cause something worse
will appear
No telling what
it might have a big but
needing another cut
Kiss my grits
nothing worse than the sits
Jesus should have kicked pass
mean old humans azz
Love still stands
while the devil ups his demands
Demands go down
with sufficient love around
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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Love Always,
Chanti Lace xoxo