Photographed By: Mike Law www.mikethelaw.com Through the cracks of that shack you call your own habitat, I can hear the squeaks from the storm setting in. Some must intake the real Some withhold from within When raindrops wash all the dry tear marks of fear from your face Paint a smile I can actually feel Ask not how, But with your drive high gear, light a cigar with all substances that never let you cheer and Burn away before a horizon of hope. Let that sunset just seep like those cracks fill with dope And the longer you cope , Life will sing like the birds and the bees. Let the wind boost your high Like medicinal leaves For the trees provide a comforting breeze. It permits us to breathe With Expressions at ease like the calm of the sea, Before dust devils climb to a thousand degrees And your souls make it past all the smoke and debris... You'll look all
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