Where will I pitch my tent?
Will be tall fair purple or black!?
Tall short medium or slack?
Slice big large flat buttocks?
All of them got butts
Will it be the one that greet good morning
After the eating and drinking will there be moaning?
All of them comes with mornings
will it be the beautiful shy, always running? ???
Where will I gather my village?
A four star pillage?
Or a simple green terrace
Which of them will give me the courage
And will never be afraid of my rage?
Which of them can build a broken image?
Who will look only at my garage
Those people who only see the mirage
And spits on simple adage
Who will share my tent????
For once I sing
And the heavens quip
It has been signed
By then it going to be a long way
With my precious
Whosoever she is.....
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