You are smiling too hard and the toddlers laughed it back,
"It's not from outside sources"
Like the run of a pair-like collision
Of lips like a view unimaginable
If you don't want fear stop giving,
If you don't want glee start taking too many things
That height of 'fluence and jumped
The man onto the moat and into
You are frowning too soft and the men cried it back
"It's all from inside sources"
Like the walk of a single like a near-missing of eyes
If you don't want glee start taking too many things
That height of 'fluence and jumped the man onto the moat and into
Like a view of highly probable charity but from you,
Ends and jumped the man on, the arbiter of nothing