The Young Lass

The Young Lass

The pot
boilin

Hot potatoes
n milk

It’s rainin
outside

You a
pretty girl

Sittin in
the womb

Dark Clouds
makes you
wonder

When can
I jump
out

And make
merry

In the
fast car
passin by

You look
around

It’s a
dark night

Time to
pass on

Back to
your book

Where you
scribble your
mind

A figure
in the
night

With a
bedsheet in
hand

And fades
away, the
darkness

Into the
cuckoo’s nest

For the
bright day
tomorrow

Caution: This might be all theory

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