THE TV IS BEDDED. -Written by Taylor John.

I. The Tv Is Bedded.

He – don’t,
Drive no Mustang!

II. Let’s Settle Where The Warm Wind Blows.

Let’s – settle,
Where the warm winds flow through mountain streams’ pasture of wings leaving the one head from the show.

Let’s – settle,
Where the mind has well sang song like of a child’s hand un-knotted tie tongued span of hellos rather than goodbyes..

III. Hello Sugar!

I’ve, her – misery, and tears’ curtsy;
Of – leaving.

Hello – Sugar! (Life’s,
Growing –
Believe, me..!
Treat – me!)

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