The Fruit of Yours ( Walks at Dawn )

Two Excedrin and a cup of weak vanilla coffee

Two exceptions and a bug are some thing you cannot see.

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It's all for the money

of the people on the top floor.

Drop it... drop it... put it down... Gently.

I want to feel the fruit of your nowhere.


You are only as cool as you think you are.

Money does not burn up everyone's car


I wonder how many syllables I can match from one sentence to another.

I want to die when I am 80 years old, 30 years after my mother.


I want to sing really long verses with rhyming words at the end of each line.

I want to be a person who figures out how to describe ' people who shine. '


Eventually

Every mind will

Also belong to

Every other.

Mine is also yours.