She made the Moon what it was.
She ate the sun because it was.
Oh Hat Catcher, running south on the sand ,
She is lanky and brown.
Her smile is an open evening gown.
Stuck
You can be a Washington monument
If this is spring, then it's also fall.
When winter comes, then I love you all.
I became a saint, when my soul was sold.
Wrote When Then Was Then, then got too old.
If you rain, you betta be a heavy rain.
Polite Black Society
How about a little privacy?.. for yourself.
Purpose-built Eternity . . . .
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