To sleep, to die, for a few, birds to sing a song or two, signs to open your eyes, songs to notes. Where do the dead belong. Out of site, out of mind, dead and buied, takes to view, questions up in the air. Turns to take, views to expand, time to take a stand. Back on board, bitches and dogs, trips to hell all over. Good times, classes on the sands of time, love and hate, goat horns, sheep to lead. Stories to tell, sheep to follow, in a trance, good to know, works for a long time. Blind, lost, homeless, veterans, not sure, life in the dark, life in the shadows, with your life upside down. Veterans have this story to tell, names to change, locations to change, but still the same story. Love and life, one way, love the others, family members, every one, joys and pains, true life, real shit, turning pages....
Happy for the houses in Long Beach, happy for the houses in Ventura, happy for the houses on the beaches, with the horses ready to run the races on the beach, on the sands of time. Horses, rats, tigers, and bears, happy and delighted with the animals out at bat, turns to take for the marks to the next steps to the roads to greatness. Songs to sing for the masses, songs to sing and dance the nights away, hope hopping searching for places to land. Gifts to share, acts of kindness to give and take, smiles for the mistakes corrected. Mercy and goodness here to correct the mistakes, make the grades to take the next step up the mountains that you choose to climb. What a great day to be alive still, jumps for joys and pains of the good life, happy with the rewards, happy with the pies in the sky and the pots of gold at the end of the rainbows.
Marines Madness Marches, Wars Won, Roman Gods....Frogs and snakes, in the woods, in the dark, dates to set, another
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