Lordie, Lord, LordA Poem by PeteWe have the St. Vitus' dance, and cannot possibly keep our heads still. - Thoreaubecause of what they chose not all writing is prose not all birds are black crows what you see isn't only what shows thorns don't always accompany a rose a pitcher gets a signal and winds up before he throws we have to remember the highs when we're living the lows you've got to open up before you can close not all dancing boogies are in your nose remember, that's just how it goes © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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