.
sweet Jehovah get outta my way
i’m bound for glory land
where inhuman thoughts
are not thought, spoken or acted
out
out out
guilt throwing monger
it’s Autumn in New York
and in my heart
my little devil
(no relation to Satan)
plays
he is my sunshine
she is my daisy
they are the dancing hordes
we are the flowers fading
it was a very good day/life
tho we suffered thru insanity
to salvaged our humanity
of thee we sing…
a daisy a day
given.
a thousand heart beats
shared.
peace in the valley
of little children
happy
all happy
thanks and praises Autumn,
harvester
of summer love
.