With her Satanic majesty's permission, the young and
able-bodied musician doeth take leave of such
sad indiscretion..to venture forth into the land of
Muse and mirth and strike a chord mayhaps a vibration..
In tune with the cycle of each and every disciple..
watch and learn as the world so swiftly turns
and the aching that you feel is made oh surreal..
When I plug into the part of my mind that
is said to make me go blind..All the cares
in the world are all left behind..Only then
can I tell you all..What lurks in the shadows of Hell~~
So, is it punishment by God..or forgiveness
from Satan..a guilt-ridden conscious or am
I souly mistaken? I so love walking in the woods,
settling down with you and having a picnic lunch..
We would take tea, bread, chicken and some
potato salad..lay down on a soft blanket and
rediscover ourselves..The sun only knows and
the shadows of ferns, trees and rocks just goes
to show..That with each and every bite of the
so-called simple life..I still love you so~~
~~the end
By Rick Weber
September 1, 2012
copywritten
"Picnic with You"
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