In the land of organica
we take our time
we look around
From the spam to trans-metica
what can be is used
what can not is found
In the land of organica
A better plan would have been
beside any point within
There’s a man on harmonica
he gives his all
he plays his hand
When she stands on my retina
I run the show
she funds the flow
My sweetheart will always know
from each start we’ll always go
To the land of organica
——
Blessed…
m(___)m
