Look n' see..rhyme for me = a G' that wouldn't be tied to the game's restraints,..that replaced complaints with blanket debates or erased fates; and disgrace all hope of embracing true feeling, by wheeling and dealing without ever peeling the layers of a player.

[(Now look here you hater)..recognize an equator satyr i'm to deep to get with dat' backfire or encourage a grater, you may evolve later if you can leap that wide crater.)

So retire, if you desire, or inquire as to the real quill. But once you cross a boss the loss will fuel the fire. So the lead shed on a mishappen bedspread..calming the demon within' and fulfilling the urge to win. But it didn't last for the vast world, alas..was agast and ensured the demise of any fakes in disguise as a champ.

So i revamp, and permanently encamp,..a tramp..i know how to survive, even thrive with a beehive that doesn't conive. For "method" taught me to introspect and reject absolutes..cuz' we troops are smooth with quiet appearance; adherence only to skills that fill the bill. No unnecessary movements, only groove, behoove good sense,..so one need not lament or vent.

SO IT'S WRITTEN,..SO IT'S SENT

excellent

Whatever

Interesting...

Tnx..Mirror..4leafclover2u

good one

Change of pace..O.G. fella!

Another great write...keep it up!!