Sweet Sweeps

Winning Everything
Placing all the stakes
Embracing my mistakes

Sweeps
Demanding all your time
No reason nor no rhyme

No shall not play the games
Sweeping through the nations veins

Running for the prize
Confounding all the wise

Sweetly sweeping all the sound
Clear a path around
And around

Sweeping up
After a good meal
My anxious mind will heal

I declare I am sweet on
My dear mare
She sweetly stood right there
With me on one knee
And she swooped me off my feet. (And I swooped him off his feet.)

This ol' chimney's
Cleaned up neatly
Home sweet Home
Cannot be beat
Gather round it's time to eat
We'll stand at the door and greet you

But oh I contest!
This sweeping violence
In the streets. Oh sweet revenge
You're sweetly sweeping men!
But we're taking our sweet time
Our hungry souls tasting sweet
Sweeps and celebrate the feast of
The weeks with the first-fruits
Of harvest wheats and brand new
Brooms we are complete in him!
The sweet psalmist David
Is playing the harp
The harp for the Lord
Crowns are falling
Falling for you
The prize came through



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Christopher Smith
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