beauty stares at those who wink
i get dizzy
talent bows to those who think
i get dizzy
luck happens to those who plan
i just get drunk
happines eludes the man
who drinks
only to get busy
saturn is a blue green light
in the deep dark nighttime sky
luna is a homely moon
who sings of days gone by
make no mistake
there is a choice
and a time to choose
waiting for my day to come is such the fatal ruse
go quietly into the night
speak only good of others
each new day awakens to
the song of expectant mothers
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