The Earth is spinning around
Which is feeling me so sound,
I was in the hospitalised pound
But my good tidings are found
As I'm wayfaring into a bound
Wandering of fighting a round
Without getting knocked down
As I aim to please your crowd.
The earth spinning controls the tide,
I am now happy and enjoying a ride,
I am fighting to keep in good health
And I am hiding away in apt stealth.
I like to be cryptic to make a think
Of your intellect to expand a brink.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/07/2024
I like to expand on the written language with different styles of literature. It is not dissimilar to texting styles, whereas, or whereupon, we curtail sentences, making them terse, or simplified if you will. So I have expressed in expression to express an expression in an expressive way to express myself with expressive expression.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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