My heart flutters with frail wings and rings loudly over the Freshwater Springs. The snow is all over everything melted to nothing. The sky is blue monkeys warm and bright eyed.
Secret passwords and stolen hypocrisy, all forgotten about at the start and end of you and me. God works mysteriously, whispering adversity. Convincingly sure of a movie or two unmade or watched by me or you. the setting is Brazil in one movie, and Jamaica in the other to build countries up as we have been lifted up.
Blue butterflies why o why do you make my heart rise? The fluttering feelings of wings, after a morning Joe of decafinated caffeine and muffins from the best bakery around where natural ingredients can be found.
Blue monkies playing fiddles to rhyming swaying riddles to give a widow her earned respect due, where pure hearts ring true. Rumbling bumbling bodily fluids contained in a holy temple not our own. A little water, soda, coffee, or juice measured oh so daintily covering the pleasures of tiny tips from health Magazine issues.
Still these blue butterflies flutter fast and timely, wings so frail at hearts unity. Me. You. A tree. Blue monkeys swing and sway branch to branch snapping away. Stay. Go. Pray. Know. Thanks so?
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