I've got the sickness
It's scratching at my feet.
Don't speak to a tree,
Not unless it feels the beat.
Stick it to a Turtle,
Lay down with a sloth.
Moss grows in the breeze
But so does the moth.
I say to you the missing one
How can there be life
But nothing makes it worthy
And a teddy takes a swipe.
Believe in it below
You shall seek the evil ears
But if you fool the day
You will only have tears.
By Brad Westphal (c) 2006
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