Musty is the word; the word of the day
And I don’t know; know what to say
I’ve thought of water; water so dear
Something we need; to keep living here
Musty is an odour; putrid; not sweet
Getting rid of it; can be quite the feat
Here in the desert; a place where I unwind
I never know each day what I’ll find
I’ve learned well to say what’s on my mind
To be with out words; happiness combined
Thank you for listening, caring about me
In this moment; I am free to be me
Amen, amen, aaaaamennnnnnn
Now that I can’t believe
As if talking about men
Leave it there; put down my pen
GO to bed, rest awhile
Sleep easy now
Be my own best bride.
January 23, 2025
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