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a white african who is an old fashioned hippy love and piece |
I got me a lemon tree down my drive
Right at my front door...
In a private corner of my garden
Stands a feeding tray...
Growing old and still searching
Saying prayers...
GUNS
What is it about people with guns...
Today I sit upon my chair,
my thoughts running wild...
My inner thoughts mirroring my soul,
Integrating the existence of my private...
A tear can move my pen.
A smile can counter a lie...
Every tear becomes a lifeline.
Emotion is proof of life...
This is a package deal.
The good the bad and all the in-between...