06-29-2013, 01:15 AM
Buds next to me, talking about things
God said he wants to me to read. The
bibble! A man or two and birds that
planted seeds.
Seeds, that sprout in to subconscious
seeds, seeing things not everyone
can believe. Some plants grow
strong, others not.
Weak or meek all plants seek the sun,
besides the burning brush blazing in the shade.
Trees growing in the shade, half with
undergrowth half with pine. If an
old bark could talk to the lord,
Wouldn't you wonder?
Wonder? What, you may ask. People
planting seeds as a matter of fact. Words
in my mind, words from friendly butterflies
flying high in the mind. Bibble bibble bibble
pop. I got it! God just gave it up.
God said he wants to me to read. The
bibble! A man or two and birds that
planted seeds.
Seeds, that sprout in to subconscious
seeds, seeing things not everyone
can believe. Some plants grow
strong, others not.
Weak or meek all plants seek the sun,
besides the burning brush blazing in the shade.
Trees growing in the shade, half with
undergrowth half with pine. If an
old bark could talk to the lord,
Wouldn't you wonder?
Wonder? What, you may ask. People
planting seeds as a matter of fact. Words
in my mind, words from friendly butterflies
flying high in the mind. Bibble bibble bibble
pop. I got it! God just gave it up.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx