I got a bucket full of promises -maybe this will be a thing!
It’s in my closet tucked by those dreams
Magic eightball glitters out random answers it’s the way you think it seems!
But but but it was this way before as I dream this new more
Cause how many times til I learn there’s always more in store?

Maybe maybe it’ll finally turn out nice
Life has got good here once or twice
Despite a grey sky of ususal treats
Leaving me a lamb to bleet bout my more
Cuase there’s always just more in store

So I got mine
Two or so hands worth kinds
Life sucking sour rinds
Cause it was fleeting not dreams
And the heartbreak was oft what was that more
But so far I paid my waits and more
I’ve been against it years left in store
I can’t help look for the gag you’ll get the donkey behind your door
But joy comes cause the always more in store.

I can’t comment damnit so post.
Sing denverite!!
To the ripoff of them Georgia satellites – keep your hands to yourself — about hopes!

By Starman Jones

Everything and Nothing interests me. I cook read, write and even have to clean. I SHOULD NOTE: I'm 40 something.

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