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“Offshoot of an Old Root” 

It’s no mistake you know
and I don’t forsake you know
as I bake and bake and bake
and go and bow down like you do
see the unbound and frown
at TB I’m an unsound clown
like you too shake it off… off… off…

outside weather
mete whether
sustain tether
or care either
should I
you could
my bleeding
bud believe

I’m an offshoot of an old root, not lame to the game, and hip to the joint.

It’s a mistake you know
and I forsake you know
I bake and bake and bake
go bow like you
frown unbound
at TB a clown
you shake it off… off… off…

CHORUS

weather outside
whether mete
tether sustain
either or care
I should
could you
bleeding my
believe bud

CHORUS

#FD thanks Vicious Circle Writers Group #atL

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Bottom Lines

Bottom line, natural, wild bird on eggs, loses keys.
Free birds are out nights, musically, and, alive.

Night time, I spend alone, on drives; old walnut
crushes crest the dash edge. I thrive the old hive
a butt to my tires, babies no man touched or putt,
as blusters shade singers; it’s spring, and I drive.
Blusters blow smoke out. Walnuts surf dash butt
rim and out smoke more; and I attempt to shrive;

in, goes numerous beats; in, goes plum sensual elixir.
out the window, mind on you; out the window, dope.
in, goes elixir air; in, goes fixer air; in, goes airy dope.

Bottom line, natural, wild bird on eggs, loses keys.