The
Chokedaddies
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Rising, falling
listen to the ca-chunk its calling
falling through the night
the sky shows its might
our temperment begins to excite
when the hills ignite with sunlight.
our dreams wash away
as we glimpse the splendor of the new day
valleys creak and groan
canyons echo their call our soul is being blown
even though we feel small
we are drawn to that call
mother natures blood pulses
as though some beautifull fever convulses
our soul replenished
our body nourished
liquid all around
i never want to be found.
pure.
-charlie center
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