The trunk was open inside were the last thirty years of sunshine.
His mind was a game patience dripping into the smile.
Signatures and happy friends pour outdated softdrink
wishing someone something special
The steam bath will go to Elizabeth
the carpark to David
The one that takes up two city blocks
The story goes to Simon
I take every word and form Little rants
That decorate occasions idioms that dance
That vary and light up the lamps
That smile like similies as metaphors dance
The youngest will recieve it all
To acknowledge that persistance
The old man turned to his own father
Talking to the kitchen of his heart
What I pass down is all yours son
The legacy unfold on you
Feed the grateful
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