Plea-Shore
Follow your hearts, Follow your dreams
Life may be all but your own private stream
To drink whenever we can at our leisure
Hopefully, we get to experience plea-shore
Working so very hard to pretend
Life has meaning, but it also must end
Because if we’re always attached
To assigning this splenderour batch
Of flowers so numerous names
What is the point of thier glorious fame?
Because together they make a bouquet
So fragrant, it drives bees to sway
And they dance to the rhythm
Of the swaying breeze
They swing like the monkeys
With the greatest of ease
From each stem and leaf
To each petal too
Admiring their abundance
To make their honey dew
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