Man and his Play

Man and his Play

Man and
his pouch

Some carry
the sand

For the
game of
fist

The others
a few pennies

To throw
at the
monkeys around

You a
novice

Dancing around
in your
Blues

You find
Love in
you

Which takes
you to
the Heavens

Sometimes the
fall

Gives you
the pain

And the
lesson

Of Good
and Evil

Ohh man,
I wish

I could
be you

In your
Soul

Caution: This might be all theory

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