How I Failed

How I failed
Never wrote a word
That Jimi retailed
With a stringed sword

How could I rhyme
When waters muddy
Make me climb
Like an old fuddy duddy

While I was young
In a palace ivy
When muddy sung
Me in the privy

But it felt so good
To shake that thing
That I never would
Have a memory sting

So the sun shine ray
Promised promised land
Let me stay
Please understand










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