the sky is dark this morning,
but my life is bright
Kickin’ it free-form these days.
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the sky is dark this morning,
but my life is bright
Kickin’ it free-form these days.
the spider web outside my window
has captured a leaf
but it is early in the summer
for such dry, brown leaves
Kickin’ it free-form these days.
even with the best intentions,
offering unsolicited advice
is like walking through a minefield
Kickin’ it free-form these days.
yerple sprigs of purple-voo
twist and skrine around my neck
Kickin’ it free-form these days.
her voice makes me smile
she seems too good to be true
sometimes, I don’t hear from her for a while
but I’m never blue
Kickin’ it free-form these days.