direct from all

when it rains it poured

when it was the mellow

it was the whistles

when it was loud

it was full of steam

and when it was a dream

it was a fairytale

and dancing as its own looking

for cookies and milk

whom was the other story all about

and where it seem

as its own means

breaking as all of the front

as its own standard

as the keeping as time


About mistermaxxx08

i believe in God first and foremost. i love the blessings of love,life and liberty and creativity. i believe in living a Blessed life and I enjoy encounters and the greatness of so many incredible souls who have united here and i enjoy the creativity and depth. we are all Unique. i welcome comments, questions,conversations and peace and the best to all.
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