Sunny are the days, green are the medows and still the blue are the skies,
A living human being i am, each day, each hour, each minute, i live....how...ask my friend and dont be shy,
What makes me move...i dont know...but what makes you twicher...anyway a bowl of welcomed tzatziki...that soothes the fire within you high fies,
Turnovers, i tell you... are the tussles...among tutorials, tutelages, tweaks and twoes....guess i feel like turtle neck,
Tulips, Tumids, Tummied tumoured tumult....what do i do...tell me you...shinning tungsten in dark...give me a hefty idea to...deciphered way to....a pukaar...of one...from one's deck,
Declaim, declare, decode.....but please dont decommission an atom coz i decorate me to be with you...to be decorumed decorous,
A long....gridlock...a grievance....not interpreted by you the serious or too humours,
Decorous...what..there went your shrieks in corridors...saying...we need coroners....we need coronations,
Corteges...who foresees these of innocents...be cossets...be corroboratives...in garnering votes of these rulers...in earnests.
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