Kids land Ghost, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

They call you mom and dad.
They sneak in and out of your sight.
They play and fights,
and cry for why the balloon is not mine.
They excite the video game's single ryme.
They trade gifts without bank supply.
They power by dad's exhaust breath.
They energize by mom's sharpe eyes.
They yell to you there are plenty of time to live,
why death.
They say kiss is for goodbyes.
They call you mom and dad.
They stay in the kids land watch the light on and off the
day and nights.
Posted: 2013-11-14 05:22:27 UTC

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