Okay, before you go saying how bad this is, let me get one thing straight: I have no memory of writing this, and it was saved on my computer around one in the morning. This leads me to believe that I am a weird, but talented sleep-writer.
Yellow daiseies in a blue field,
sun shining greener than ever I've feeled.
Stars liquid blackly the indigo sky.
Strawberry lemonade straw in the my.
And love with pink lip gloss, tender and new.
Smiley face mouth open wide after you.
Fuzzy white oceans with little lost boats.
Sea cucumber islands,
blue water in moats.
See the dark clouds how I wish they were tall.
See the black rain how it falls from them all.
See the little vessel lost in the sea.
Just like your heart as it goes after me.
Puffy white wastelands viewed from above.
Never a coo from the heart of a dove.
Little blue eyes how they sparkle like new.
Apricot softness that one cannot chew.
Laughing masks sadness,
sadness masks mad,
blue skies are angry,
black skies are sad.
Windy gray days oh how lovely they are.
Cherry light chocolate floors never marr.
Little green dress with a jumper of jeans.
Grandparents piano tab space for its means.
Little black keyboard under the sky.
Play in the stream, let your life pass you by.
So yup. This sounds like a deranged modern nursery rhyme, if you ask me.
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