Luyện nghe bài hát Jan 9 / 63

This is an day (it's the State we're in):
Billow-beast clouds. Vibrant, bright Spring.
This is a turbulent drive, mixing bowl of and bad
Kooked by caffeine, Sky Machine
And the car it all - shake, shift, rattle at me
(We're suckers for scenery)
Should weather not the mood?
old anti-trust flaws:
Run from blue eyes, shun blue the same.
Simplicity, where's the needle
All of hay...
~ Jan. 9 / 63 ~
Nonlinear thoughts on this linear
me. Entangle - spider web spun
('Make hay the sun shines...')
We're not here;
we our way, hunt the game
to balance empty palettes
But are emotions...and relatives and...
I'm relatively poor social ills.
(Voluntary doesn't pay the bills!)
Finding balance, find, is that poignant, pointy clich
of the scale, kick the bale in vain.
Simplicity, where's the needle
In...all of hay. Hey!
Pop up unannounced, aim!
'One Day' is today, and I'm on tail...
Fox and Field, (rich yield)
Elusive... catch for the day.
I don't replicated History
Fired in a kiln of and insecurity
But you sometimes that you've worked so hard
your perspective has been chipped
And it's hard to speak the mind, when don't take sides
Find the balance: Show tell (are you still afraid of the pen?)
We are the history of a coin! We are an grin!