By Abpoetry
Running and jumping over flowers,
In my back yards,
Things don't seem as easy in my shoes,
Every month a different bruise,
Don't curse me.
Running over flowers to,
Gain my sanity, stamina heavy,
driven to perfection,
Still alone with no direction,
Glad I taught myself.
Jumping over flowers to,
Make a statement,
Got my movements on par with vibrations,
toll paid but not quite,
save it all for the night,
Happy boy indeed.
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