You may take it, but you may never forget.
Feathered fingers, my sneaky friend.
What were you planning on doing?
Hiding you and mine’s under a rock?
I dance to the beat when I eat.
I then drown in the same pool, camouflaging the same mop when I weep.
Just a inch more of dosage and the rhythm will sleep.
The tortoise is next to creep and sings upon familiar leaf.
On and [off] the hymnal speaks.
Length of passage, shortly linked.
~That Dude Eddie~
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