Ol' man Simon, planted a diamond
Grew hisself a garden the likes of none
Sprouts all growin', comin' up glowin',
Fruit of jewels all shinen' in the sun.
Colors of the rainbow,
See the sun and rain grow,
Sapphires and rubies on ivory vines,
Grapes of jade, just
Rippenin' in the shade, just
Ready for squeezin' into green jade wine.
Pure gold corn there,
Blowin' in the warm air
Ol' crow nibblin' on amnythyst seeds.
In between the diamonds, ol' man Simon
Crawls about pullin' up platinum weeds.
Pink pearl berries,
All you can carry,
Put'em in a bushel and
Haul'em to town.
Up in the trees there,
Opal nuts and gold pears
Hurry quick, grab a stick
And shake some down.
Take a silver tater,
Emerald tomater,
Fresh plump coral melons
Hangin' in reach.
Ol' man Simon,
Diggin' his diamonds,
Stops and rests and dreams about
One... real... peach.
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A thought in the dark
To all who read this, you shall know my true turmoil. Over time I shall reveal myself. I hope that you understand.
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