OVER THE MOON


Sneeze with my toes while I see with my nose
me think me not too good
Cause to walk using toes breathing thru nose
Is how me should
Talk with my eyes breathing heavy sighs
does not go well
Cause my eyes should me see with mouth to be
how me tell
My land not on earth been here
since my birth
No trees, they’re promised
real soon
The place me exists is but a twist come visit
me over the moon

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