Innervisioning My Beloved
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Where she sings it matters not,
but that she's warm and occasionally hot
Showering under the waterfall of her beloved's praising adoration,
mother of a new ONE thought, eventuating a wholly brilliant nation.
Open, free, unattached,
connected to Pachamama, sandals off, never lack.
Living wild, naturally unlatched,
TV, booze, money, masks?
No, under Sun of god she basks!
Ethics no rules she wanders and helps,
like coffee and cream together the "me" melts
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