constant chatter
growing matter
can't stop the reign
pitter patter
up the latter
aiming for the pane
chuckle, child, chuckle
chortle with the wind
fear the knuckle
fear the buckle
but never fear to bend
stuck in the muck
of the much
clasping the leg of the crutch
smelling of (s)laughter and such
burried in Things
clipped of wings
sipping drinks of punch
wake the pain
and kill the Cain
who's deprived of touch
winking blinking
cluttered thingking
staring at the mess
tangled vines
stuck in minds
exploding in distress
Ok hears the word
absurd
observe the swerving curve
deserving the nerve
to fear the burden
the bush
feel the push
fill the pool
to the top
to stop the fool
with the mop
before the bird
has chirped it(s)word
and clamoured to the top.
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