Loud enough for you to hear
Soft enough for you to listen
Bipolar solar nation
The trees, the flowers, the sun
The sun that shines and smiles
While his friend the cloud's frown grows
Grows and grows, until it bursts.
Optimistic? Pessimistic?
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
Why are we friends?
Did the trees in the yard tell you to?
While you sang hopelessly devoted to me?
Is it my shoes you want?
Or is it my socks?
Id rather be dry grass than the unicorn that cut off his horn
Just so he could jump rope with the horse
How many kisses did he get
One, two, three, four, five, six…
This is what you submitted to Greg?
ReplyDeleteDid you write this? Is it a song?
ReplyDeletehahah i remember this, and Mr Wright's comment was something like "I don't really understand it , but good."
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