The
turtle state
The
roaring to hit the high note
The
season of the hatching of plots
The
crumbling block wants to fall
A
few sent short waves
Quitting
the party and the big drum beats
The
thunder waves rolling into it
The
opposition just watches and smile
The
game in turtle state
When
the fences are put up
The
few will return meekly
As
happened in a day or two
One
croaked of friendship and loyalty
The
people aren't fools to sink into it
This
isn't a child play it's adult game
It
is the barter trade hitting the score
It's
a spin to save face
It
boils down to the gravy train
The
sound of it ringing in the ears
The
jolt will come again
The
turtle state
The
drama hasn't finished yet
The
runners had tested it
They
knew the score
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