mental synthesis
verbal hypothesis
physical....well,...contingencies
i had none!
he's the i on the dot
the t on the cross
my one true hopeless cause
to spin my world back
on to track
spiritual whoosis
intuitional synapsis
chemical catalysis
the hand connects to the shoulder
the shoulder to the chest
the chest to the heart
resistance is furtile
i admit i'm in a rut
attitude so spick
tongue so slick
me and him....the word is stick
coz even when the sun don't shine
that hay will be made
and..... oh yeah....rolled on too.... :-)
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