Of our splendid days!
We treasure these fine moments;
Coins fall in my hat.
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Of our splendid days!
We treasure these fine moments;
Coins fall in my hat.
did I fix that right?.......
Coins fall in my hat
I made three cherries line up
Did I fix that right?
Did I fix that right???
Whifflingpin, you're a
Jovial poet!
jovial poet
lights lives where'ere he travels _
poems line his face
poems line his face
metre in thin highways for
thoughts to travel 'crost.
Thoughts to travel 'crost
Global horizons of space;
Mind has no limit.
Mind has no limit,
therefore, willpower can win,
just don't give up yet.
Just don't give up yet,
With your faith, hope and courage
A life will be "lived".
A life will be "lived".
Nay. I can't help it worry,
it is in my genes
It is in my genes -
Live true and be completed
By creating art.
By creating art
You can create "artistic".
I live in Ghana.
I live in Ghana.
Sounds like a dim echo of
"Eyeless in Gaza"
eyeless in Gaza,
wandering for many days—
seeking solace there…
Seeking solace there…
In rivers of fluid thought,
The mind finds it's home.