Picking petals from daisies, in a field of green...
running away from the full, morbid and obscene!
Feel the heat from the sun in the sky...
I hope in that picnic she packed a pork pie!
When life gets you down... who says you have to stare it in the eyes? When there are fields of green, rivers and baby blue sky’s!
so I beg you stop rushing and stressing... it’s not good for you guys!
so remember my words for I tell you no lies!
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Author:
Brother_Kane (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 10th, 2018 12:26
- Category: Reflection
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I was going to go on a picnic to get un-stressed, but I got too stressed with all the packing of it, and didn't go in the end! Doh! Am I telling porkies?! lol.
Haha that’s why it states I hope she packed one as I’m crap with that sort of thing haha
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