This is "Turbo Poetry" I sing aloud reaching the hearts of many,
voicing the unsaid gems of our vocabulary and verbal romance no doubt.
Breath your heart out with wonderful language and I'll wonder what about,
For this is something heartfully brilliant and forespokenly foretold (I sold...)
My feet are getting cold I cover them up quickly with a towel from the house,
but now at this certain location it's so quiet in my room you could hear a mouse,
It's time for toast...now who wants to make the most of it ???
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