BACK AT THE GRIND

Once seen on a long road

No one knew who I was

Because of lotus flower spoons

I fled to China

In a wishing well

Caught me tossin’ pennies

Into green obstacles

On rock quarters

Sinking under crest Moon

Olympus style

Frickin wild

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