Walking Through The Sunlight
cause the blakness of space i see
with fire, of my true natural desires.
success withering of the midnight sun.
to help my moonlit run.
i know i am placcid i am happy as mud
to be myself and be my chud.
to be or not i will walk like mum
be able to talk and sweet my success.
all i do, is do my my best.
poem by Rodney Rod Smith
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