To step into pattern and stumble I fell; thought of flowers, to sea I sail.
Bystander too took and kitty did fall, a bumbling brook grew crook too big and too tall.
If ever to wonder to sky cityscapes, climber should hook carabineer to cape.
Should bean to boil too brightly too bleak, pull cable from pillar and hang while you feast.
If I were to climb the greatest of peaks, I would wear a sweater and gloves that are sweet.
Honey is not just for the bees, just as the cold knows such a breeze.
While climbing they cut the substance away, thoughts of the forest with much greener trees.
Gather the crooks according to their ways, should you find the politicians send them away.
Upon green pasture the soil let be from the poison and toxins of all corporate greed.
Automatic Inspiration by: Dustin Faddis
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