Polarity Charity

Crass glass telepaths sell the math for telecasts

Tell the class to sell the path

For the smell of grass and blue skies

Chewing on a moon pie

Soothing when noon dies

To night sight neophytes

And early bird enterprise

Sprites of the grand prize

Yikes, it’s a land slide

When movers of the middle ground confound frozen lies

Slogan sighs and golden cries

Actualize the god inside of everyone

Within the sun

Within the mind

Within the soul

Noble goals are intertwined

With double blind concourse

Until greeted by the other force

With good sport reports


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