Fall down, lay low and pray,
The delay of the crowd is blinding.
Fall down, lay low and pray,
Realized fear is now arising,
Author: WILDsound Festival
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Mouth Me, Poetry by Wendy Norman
If you were a mouth nothing more nothing less
What thoughts and sentiments would you express
Watched closely you can see what it can be
A scarlet vermil tinctured gash swearing profanities
A pink rose bud singing words so pure and sweet
Luscious peach that makes you bow and weep
