Thank you Lord.
The dope I keep in my soul.
Why alternate?
When there is no where to turn, I turn to what you know.
That's where I am at harmony.
In the rythem of time honored selections that are antique & aged.
To the infatuation of the queen of my dreams.
Are you her?
Would my gases seesaw purely from the perception?
So uniquely gawky that maintaining notice is 4eva n a day.
I continue to wheel tea as I ponder with the help of Mr.Scott.