Soon came a day under the skies there were gray. Then I knew I couldn't stay in this ghost town full of clones and clowns and carbon copy towns. With kine and swine and nothing that was mine. And this town's decline with my hatred intertwined, so I gather all I find and I bolted it to me. Fueled my fires and I grabbed my pliers, and I'm lit! I made my own machine. Yes' we're building steam, I hate the same routine!

adding to your poem


he sound of laughter brings great joy
even when there has been much pain
in the air
its a great joy of others around
to give comfort of someone in need
laughter is known to be the best medicine
around as you shall know
sometimes it can be what is needed to be
completed
laughter is never to be old just more of a relife and so sound
a cure of anykind is a wishfull thought. but laughter is so strong and so
sound its more like a magic for everyone inner soul
so whenever your sad dont frown just laugh for glee of delight
and let the spirits help you raise to the top where you will feel
your on top of cloud nine
as your laughter should be the blossom of a flower not one that tends'
wilt away for that is to sad to see
creating a world of a ghost town. instead of a place so gloom
is a world of creativity with a place that i can call my very own
as my heart fills with joy just to see a newly spirit to be formed
and maybe a time machine can bring a old town back to life
wouldnt that be amazing one to see