Sunny are the days, green are the Meadows and still the blue are the skies,
A living human being i am, each day, each hour, each minute, i live....how...ask my friend and don't be shy,
What makes me move...i don't know...but what makes you twitcher...anyways a bowl of welcomed tzatziki...that soothes the fire within your tummy high fies,
Turnovers, i tell you are the tussles...among tutorials, tutelages, tweaks and twees....guess i feel like turtle neck,
Tulips, Tumids, Tummied tumoured tumult....what do i do...tell me you...shinning tungsten in dark...give me a hefty idea to...deciphered way to....a pukaar...of one...from one's deck,
Declaim, declare, decode.....but please don't decommission an atom coz i decorate me to be with you...to be decorumed decorous,
A long....gridlock...a grievance....not interpreted by you the serious or too humours,
Decorous...what..there went your shrieks in corridors...saying...we need coroners....we need coronations,
Corteges...who foresees these of innocents...be cossets...be corroborative...in garnering votes of these rulers...in earnests in hopeful celebrations.
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