clatter

must be a new season

startin to feel like a mohican

geekin, i know i got the last laugh

seekin, i grow, my cups are full and a half

fistin, doubles, i cry thru my toils and troubles,

filling my cups. drinking the juice & let the freedom flow & course thru & i know when i speak, i am heard no matter data the chatter spatters back to me and & i and we grow from it no matter the clatter.

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