The Used Camel Lot | Poem

 
The Used Camel Lot
 

All the world’s from grieve to grave
When there’s things to do
A child to save
When I am king
Yeah when I am king
Machines will roll over
To get their bellies scratched
And trees will sing
Everyone’s turning wine into water
Ashamed of their daughter
When I am king
Yeah when I am king
Mountains will laugh
And the air will swing
Hug that shadow
Blow that chance
When I am king
Oh when I am king
We’ll lay low
Take time to dance

- Ken Peters

Ken's menu   /   Moongate

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