Still Am Tall
Although I am dying cold,
and flying out of gold
Still am tall,
and I boldly flower out the tree of my love
and shower it on my lover; for free
Still am tall,
even when I trim to other short side of the road
and notice that some tree toad odd lovers,
sorely fold their love reflection and affections,
and sale old loaves of love to their lovers
Still am tall,
and I will always stand tall in love,
with a medal of her untold beauty
Still am tall,
because she is my tree of life insurance
and I am lifeless without her in my life
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