Daily  travels come
A mutual friend desire
Silly fall ground hun?

If this rainy morning comes to sunshine
I'll still be in my puddle

it starts to pour
and my head is dashed wet

steam mounting in my head
I turned back and said

"Do you need me?"

the sun shined and I kept in my puddle
unaware of where it lead

maybe it was a river that would last a while
my puddle, a river

Willie A.

heres to start it off...

my sorrowful approach was my disgrace
the matter to be closed in my face
my head slammed down from two
think of it one
yeah
you