You wanted to separate the normal from the art, but that is not possible.
Best check them eyes of yours, best lookin’ to yer heart.
Don’t be blue on a sunny day, yet consider becoming rain, just for the day.
Fall on the noses of unsuspecting walker-byers, stain that girl’s suede shoes!!
Roll over those tree’s leaves, plop onto a frog!
Sing onto windows and pound the ceiling, I mean on the roof.
Loose yourself into the wind, moisten that breeze.
Good-bye into the soil, un-dampened by the sun, perhaps shoot up in a blade of grass, sweet, green.
Part of the lily, part with the body.
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