
We speak just once in a blue moon
And that often seems to soon;
We haven’t always seen eye to eye;
Harmony at times in short supply.
I know my temper may seem lava hot
Especially when you keep babbling like a brook
But humour me now and take a look
Have the courage to stop and see
That of all the people in the world
Your closest friend is me.
Padre
I love this! So creative. And I like the way you mixed up the paint chip phrases a bit with “lava hot” and “babbling like a brook.”
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Well done! 🙂
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