feels good
It feels good to have this wood in the woods with my knife I whittle
Making something from something where there's nothing but something
Only eye can see what eye want to see with my I's to see
What will it be I don't know it's for my eye's to see but it could be a bee
Something to look at looking at something to make that's knew
I thought that I knew something that's new I cant quit tell
It's coming out its brilliant the brilliants behind the mind that eye have created
It feels good to create a creation from something where there was nothing to something
from the eyes of my mind to be seen by many
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Michael Anthony Mccale
My life of sin with no pen here we go lets live it again. what i hate is the hate with in this mind of mine for the ones that I love. Always have been shone a how to be racist at the same time looked with the same eye saying the same thing directed my direction from the ones they say they love,,me. but show the same hate to people and they show the same to me, That's BLASPHEMY so i directed my hate to demonstrate the fate of there mistake of teaching me this hate. I fought back with gods help falling in love,,,, my Black,,,,wife in time to find a hate with in side she did not like.
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