The blues of March,
The blues of April,
The blues of May,
The blues of June,
The blues of July,
The blues of August,
The blues of September,
The blues of October,
The blues of November,
The blues of December,
Meet me there if you can!
And like Glory-Land and Merry-land;
But my home will always accept in your sweet blues.
But they ate manna in the desert with care,So put on the lights of love in the upper room!And let my lovers stay around with me tonight.
But who the cap fits must wear it always in this life.Life is like that and,I am the parrot that speaks through the thing air;With words so sweet to educate you over there,But do keep the fire burning always to enhance your name.You are Zita, and life is all around you;So keep the fire burning…
Like the seahs of fine flour according to the time of one’s life.Rest yourselves under this tree in the heat of the day,For Ishmayl was circumcised by Abraham;And the words of the Creator were manifested unto Sarah.
But a logical justification over here is like,My classmates to hear my views!For the articles from the mind are like the things seen around.The concentions of a memo and the justifications of things,Who can appropriate this act on my love? !But i guess you know the difference between plants and leaves.Education for all in this…
If only if you avoid making the same mistake twice.Your reputation is developed over time,So keep your word and do your best always;And do whatever you promised to do in this life with a positive mind.
But i am Kaka with the works of love,And like the true land of Philosophy.
