Ladder
I’m holding a passion deeper then any amber eyes,
Then any last day among a feather tip to,
Bitter sweet hand among a grace feather among shoe lace,
The heart of young king eyes of gentlemen is approach,
Sitting among the steeper steps of life that,
Lead to a path to unknown is heart to clever net,
Hide of a note of love,
Ladder to climb home looks and whistle,
Scatter like bees to a dinner for honey sweet home,
War shack no fear of the envy site I am back home,
Known such laughter soon to fit the core of life,
Bitter sweet hand among a grace feather among shoe lace,
Mark a gentlemen that climb such a,
Ladder.
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