Let us hang like monkeys in the wild/
For none can touch the playful child/And lost are none with just a friend/
Though ashes fall when time's at end/And where the trees reach up so high/
There's life and joy within my eye/And where the sun shines brightly through/
Warmth is brought to lose a shoe/And run with feet against the ground/
Till woe is lost and laugh is found/Let us hang like monkeys in the wild/
For none can touch the playful child
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In the arms of a passionate spider a fly loses its wings. Such is the life of BlogIn the mist of a morning rain a flower stretches its buds and sighs. Such is the life of BlogIn the weary eyes of a ... Posted by Gen. Sherman Tank on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 12:34:00 PST
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A supple swollen singing slobInside a room without a job.He sleeps the day among the mobAnd carps at all he deems a snob.But in the glass he sees no knacksFor in his words are what he lacks;He seeks r... Posted by Gen. Sherman Tank on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 12:16:00 PST
