hallelujah for several of my favorite stars

all the time i walk around this sit down campfire lusting life
and picture tale the cotton sails that may have former use in time
the reminisce comes splosh splash splish and happy fills the heads
of every one of these circlers, a fire for their interest

so silent in the sunk and slosh that captures every day
we tread our feet as heavy as the grass permits an indent lay
and simple sicked up nowhere rhymes and tickle round our tongues
until the rain comes hailing sounds to bless us, every one…

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