my spoken poetry chilling back in his ride, windows down, breeze is a glide, makes my worries run and hide, too ryte its ages till nyte. just been riding them waves, its the only time i know hoe to behave, I'm blest no longer stressed no longer a slave. all warm and fresh from the salty breeze makes my demons feel at ease yeh im pleased yeh im pleased. the sun makes life easier you know, beats been down under a ton of snow. right now its all systems go. no clouds no snow moods right high no need for low. all I got is love feelin sunkissed from above. the heat reining over me all cosy like a glove. I wish it could be like this forever, let my soul surrender to the warmth that I can endevour. gas bill free you know its English weather.