Sapphire skies are o so Sunny
We stay right here now in the square
Here’s my place in my assigned chair
Don’t believe just any bunny
All that tastes sweet is not honey
I’ll pass on the merry go round
All horses are black I have found
They always ride through noisome fog
Senses are dulled by lethal grog
And Jack Flash rides upon this ground
very well done! I enjoyed this! ❤
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