sufficient grounds I see

 


thank you God for my victory

it drumming on beat for the top of my soul

this is the verb I been holding for

allowing the Earth Sun Moon reveal me picture

knowing only God is sitting in theater

watching me Son act out one

happy to be and flowingly

jumping out in sky unto leaping frogs fly

assisting I hop from planet to pop

for my first dream I planned

sufficient grounds I see

excuse me art 

may I pour some more coffee for you

baby blue











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