Written by Crybaby®™
©2003-2007
Trees punctured the clouds
with a red smeared cutting smile.
Sunset drooled into the cove
drove me into a jungle fever.
Fixated on the surroundings
A Mallard with a ballad
honking in my ear
I'm heated up with jungle fever
And yes, that yellow gold rush on the causeway
I saw it with my own blue eyes
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