I'ld Rather Climb A Tree
Pay for this, pay for that,
pay for everything on the rack.
Drive in my new 66 Chevy car
not knowing what I pay for gets me that far.
Everything is a shot in the dark,
nvesting in something that could be a lark.
It ends up being a half baked cake,
doesn’t even rise for heaven sakes.
Time could be wasted on better times,
could have been having fun drinking wine
with friends that make me feel fine.
So I say the best things in life are free,
like when I was a kid climbing a tree.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 17,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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