Little Marsha
What eyes like sunset on eastern coast, have you glimpse,
have you glimpse
What eyes like sunset on eastern coast
.............when night at it's birth.
A treasure, a key seek to find goal, that little Marsha, even before age advance, Marsha's mom gave her a beauty sparks wonderful like sunset when night is at birth.
Tongues of old men mouth
Stutter to her tiny ears
Young men at hunting swear'd her a prey even when they knew to peek at older ones to slay,
The lord is my shepherd wished the old men.
Young dudes check the seconds to flash before she would ready for their big day
This likes of masculine blood,
Who desire to smile at a teeth-less mouth would be bad breath for baby Marsha.
Little Marsha, how innocent at fourteenth?
Was like sheriff Johnson patrolling on his big blue horse, her giggling, would smile showed older folks just what it was to be alive. At evenings
When stars on the verge to accompany the moon, and now when dark dusk plods the earth and eyes only sees an inch about the toes .
Her feet swivel, was like eyes-less sights, a strike of lighting above the sky base of her peers where you could listen from miles, off when the turfs collided with their heels in dirt dusk
Little Marsha's speed was an swift.
It had the pitch of smoke that always makes paw in the road.
At dark when bird's check on their nest. After one's come from river when little silence would have involved, her mouth, high-note, explode, would put one's ears to ringing. She never thought to stop or one stay to stop her for that. She argued with the preacher, stoned the mongrels who watched the night and fought her companions. Mother Mary stumbled upon her misbehavior, told herself that she's easy like Sunday morning. Her name was like a poster, little Marsha's heart had help to built many men future cars, house and land masses to survey as a good impression.
For she has a bright smile here in town.
Marsha's sight had seen, ears had heard, maybe or gifted from her parents loving.
One's should honor thy mother and father, for their deeds are a blessing way of god. Only a neighbor's boy played "at yard" with little Marsha he was not scared to do her, he want to do.
That created the new world.
Old men could no longer stuttered to ears and now younger men count by 2.
Little Marsha is becoming a rock from a pebble
What eyes like sunset on eastern coast
Have you glimpse, have you glimpse what eyes like sunset on eastern coast
..........when nights at It's birth.
Marsha became a woman.
A treasure, a key, seeks to find goal when nights at It's birth
She have had many husband.
Old men recalled that a few years past they mouths stutter to her little ears.
Marsha twine an smile and looks at them as she likes too,
Because that isn't her a joy,
Marsha is a woman.
Young men went feed her on money
Young men went to the forest and climbed the tallest tree.
Young men go away to school, they all want to feed her on money.
These young fellows thought all they had to do was to count time past. But, Marsha is a woman and she'd given birth to a child. A child has accidentally fallen from her womb onto a sheet of rose lilacs by the farm garden, rose lilacs beautiful and soft
They're colors for butterfly to wear.
A river was nearby.
It's spiral ripples danced.
It was a year before one would hear splashing.
While water rolls about rocks and roar itself throughout the valley's depth.
Weeks after Marsha returned home, the river was so dark
you tasted dirt in the water
someone created a song.
have you glimpse
What eyes like sunset on eastern coast
.............when night at it's birth.
A treasure, a key seek to find goal, that little Marsha, even before age advance, Marsha's mom gave her a beauty sparks wonderful like sunset when night is at birth.
Tongues of old men mouth
Stutter to her tiny ears
Young men at hunting swear'd her a prey even when they knew to peek at older ones to slay,
The lord is my shepherd wished the old men.
Young dudes check the seconds to flash before she would ready for their big day
This likes of masculine blood,
Who desire to smile at a teeth-less mouth would be bad breath for baby Marsha.
Little Marsha, how innocent at fourteenth?
Was like sheriff Johnson patrolling on his big blue horse, her giggling, would smile showed older folks just what it was to be alive. At evenings
When stars on the verge to accompany the moon, and now when dark dusk plods the earth and eyes only sees an inch about the toes .
Her feet swivel, was like eyes-less sights, a strike of lighting above the sky base of her peers where you could listen from miles, off when the turfs collided with their heels in dirt dusk
Little Marsha's speed was an swift.
It had the pitch of smoke that always makes paw in the road.
At dark when bird's check on their nest. After one's come from river when little silence would have involved, her mouth, high-note, explode, would put one's ears to ringing. She never thought to stop or one stay to stop her for that. She argued with the preacher, stoned the mongrels who watched the night and fought her companions. Mother Mary stumbled upon her misbehavior, told herself that she's easy like Sunday morning. Her name was like a poster, little Marsha's heart had help to built many men future cars, house and land masses to survey as a good impression.
For she has a bright smile here in town.
Marsha's sight had seen, ears had heard, maybe or gifted from her parents loving.
One's should honor thy mother and father, for their deeds are a blessing way of god. Only a neighbor's boy played "at yard" with little Marsha he was not scared to do her, he want to do.
That created the new world.
Old men could no longer stuttered to ears and now younger men count by 2.
Little Marsha is becoming a rock from a pebble
What eyes like sunset on eastern coast
Have you glimpse, have you glimpse what eyes like sunset on eastern coast
..........when nights at It's birth.
Marsha became a woman.
A treasure, a key, seeks to find goal when nights at It's birth
She have had many husband.
Old men recalled that a few years past they mouths stutter to her little ears.
Marsha twine an smile and looks at them as she likes too,
Because that isn't her a joy,
Marsha is a woman.
Young men went feed her on money
Young men went to the forest and climbed the tallest tree.
Young men go away to school, they all want to feed her on money.
These young fellows thought all they had to do was to count time past. But, Marsha is a woman and she'd given birth to a child. A child has accidentally fallen from her womb onto a sheet of rose lilacs by the farm garden, rose lilacs beautiful and soft
They're colors for butterfly to wear.
A river was nearby.
It's spiral ripples danced.
It was a year before one would hear splashing.
While water rolls about rocks and roar itself throughout the valley's depth.
Weeks after Marsha returned home, the river was so dark
you tasted dirt in the water
someone created a song.
Dirt is in the water, be awake
dirt is in the water, O waken,
and wash me a cleansing way
Marsha is a woman, men do not understand her, she was a springing flower bloom too soon. They all bring their pockets money; they shall die not having found out where it has spent Marsha at age twenty, with beauty sparks, wonderful like sunset when night at It's birth.
What eyes like sunset on eastern coast
have you glimpse, have you glimpse what eyes like sunset on eastern coast.......
when night is at birth
moon comes up.............
dirt is in the water, O waken,
and wash me a cleansing way
Marsha is a woman, men do not understand her, she was a springing flower bloom too soon. They all bring their pockets money; they shall die not having found out where it has spent Marsha at age twenty, with beauty sparks, wonderful like sunset when night at It's birth.
What eyes like sunset on eastern coast
have you glimpse, have you glimpse what eyes like sunset on eastern coast.......
when night is at birth
moon comes up.............
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