i know girl you're chuckling
reading what i write today
i tell you what you read faster
more of it you remember
while me i will gather as much
as i could from my bone shell
i keep on doing it 'til i can't
i'm loving it like melody on
my fingers flowing like spring
i guess my god would love it
most; i'm offering free service
to world of young mind searching
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