HALE

Hanging in there and holding on to retirement has us in our old age walk and lope around through out the suburban setting

Aged limbs for our quaint wins tell us to range with the king, our trophies and rings are clear, hope leads have no fear, on the land so bon and planned with our calm hands we do have the morn's cold whims, our forms hold links of health which rule and sing, our belts and fists of kilojoules are things, psalms are blue, wands become through and dawn our queues, the lawns pursue, our free admired wend have the tree's desire and depend on bees who inquire with help to lend, sometimes passed dusk we're pinned, sometimes class bucks do fling, our leveled powered gold rage has us medal and tower with the told page of the pedaled houred cold stage, we on settle and devour their sold cage, and nestled flowers are ruled with beige, our plots stand, our hot fans rock and dance with our caught chance, our votes are sound, our antidote is found and we are woke again on the ground, our anti-mopes again are profound, we choose with no doubt, we are amused and proud and devout, we have nothing to lose as we run out loud with bouts, our radio of the place of pews sometimes has sound as fans shout, the suburban setting has our rugs of burning bets go slim, our club of urgent jet wings then has the bug's fervent lecht sing, evening goes red rugged with serving guest caching

Lives of saude and la chaim has us move throughout the day

Entering the again sunrise of jah's heat leads and plan of doves rising has our tasks rush, we ask for luck, our true blue house has buds with the sun's rays

\- Avalon Dakota

\- 6-17-26

\- 1:55 PM

\- HALE