“The Happy Points”
You stop a cloud from the entrance upon,
While more birds sink for my fresh UFO.
This bubblegum does feel like some jazz song,
Above father’s iron club moving into row.
Green monsters come by towards us along lights,
One by one, when navigation proves our key;
Viewership happens around the slime under kites.
Of course, funny robots will break their tea.
Dark boats go out like a candle, close to finish,
Before that long charm waves inside a thin feather.
Ever on may your choice stir across with spinach.
I know there’s something far away from weather.
Keeping ourselves against magic robots should flow,
Enough as it is to bury fairies to grow.
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