A quiet moment, a private plea,
To empty vessels, to set spirits free.
A lizard slumbers, deep within its lair,
Awaiting the signal, a moment to share.
With a gentle sigh, the task begins,
A pressure builds, a tension within.
A valve is opened, a flow commences,
A silent symphony, a cosmic occurrence.
The lizard awakens, its tail begins to sway,
As liquid gold descends, day by day.
A tire is checked, the pressure's just right,
A comforting feeling, a peaceful delight.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
Offline) - Published: November 21st, 2024 01:03
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
Some really good rhyme ingredients man
Great write
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