Pop Century To Seaworld

A Mi Madre Dia de Sol

walk softly but securely. Your hand
mía.Pies girl takes the blue by the time

sink into the wet sand

bathed by a large sea shell.

say is God, God we receive. There

you and I talked, talked

,

thank you, observe

transparencies together marine

the banks of a clear sea, warm, loving.

is God telling me,

Callus

river to myself,

So God, tell me Lucille

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