C U R R Y
When one is without rhyme Only time for disbelieving For picking up the pieces In a world which is deceiving
Curry favour with your passions, Make amends with your deception Turn the dial on the receiver Until you get a good reception
Hear the songs of joy and laughter With a rhythm once called heathen Tap your toes and your emotions There’s no need for rhyme or reason!
The tide of disappointment Is a tide that is receding Take your courage to the kitchen It’s your soul that needs some feeding Stir the pot, add in some spices Giving warmth and sweet aroma Turmeric for health and colour Happiness from Cardomoma
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