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Wolf Moon

 

Copyright © 2018 by Leslie Lorraine Vardaman

All Rights Reserved. This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise—without prior written permission of the publisher, except as provided by United States of America copyright law.

 

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I'd sincerely like to dedicate this album to my lovely mother Karen and significant other Joshua Balmain, who both have been the absolute biggest driving forces and main inspiration for why I continue to truly do what I do. Thank you both so much and I love you forever dearly with all my wolf heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bon Appetit

 

My stomach hungers for your love,

My body's burning for your touch,

My legs won't stand without you girl,

Your tender care is my crutch,

Your kisses sweet like a souffle,

Your body unique,

Love the way you swing them hips,

And that delicious physique,

You keep my stomach acids churning,

The blood is coarsing through my veins,

For just one spoonful of your soup,

You make this wolf go pure insane,

We'll add some sugar to this mixture,

Leave out the vinegar and oil,

Feel my temperature arise,

My blood is coming to a boil,

You're killing me with your kindness,

Can't even feel my paws and feet,

With an aroma so pleasent,

You make me say Bon Appetit

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Strawberry Moon

 

You tilt my muzzle to the sky,

You make me howl with joy,

Can't last the night without your glow,

You swoon and woo this wolf boy,

My eyes are tight and shiny,

Getting high for your touch,

I often wish the wolf you have just wouldn't trust you so much,

I wanna be your one and only,

I can't wait to take his place,

Scramble your omelette,

Blue your bonnet,

Wipe the egg on his face,

He only want you for your paper,

He's a tap dancing coon,

Leave your ass swift like a cheetah,

And it's bound to be soon,

I wanna taste that cheesy pink,

Toe your pool and take a dip,

Hop aboard my spacecraft,

I wanna take you on a trip,

Swiggity swooty,

A swiggity swoon,

I ain't coming for that booty,

I'm blasting off for your moon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Gevo

 

Not too often seen in public,

Very seldom on the street,

He's the root of the roast,

The holy chaft of the wheat,

You'll never catch him at the club,

Or even see him at the bar,

He prefers his good old feet pads,

As opposed to a car,

You'll never see him puffing tres,

Sagging ass down on the corner,

He's got a life,

A she-wolf wife,

With two more pups due soon to join her,

See this wolf works mighty hard,

And he brings home the bacon,

He's got one stomach to feed and two more by regurgitation,

He does an honest day's work,

Soon to pack on the hugs,

It's like his ultimate high that he can't get with no drug,

But don't take it from me,

Just ask the wolf for himself,

You don't wanna smoke with Gevo,

Might be bad for your health

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wolf On

 

People depending on you boy,

You gotta toughen it up,

You can do better,

Fix your sweater,

Come on now,

What in the fuck,

You can't be doubting yourself,

You'll never make it life,

You got your three lovely pups,

And right behind you is your wife,

Get off your ice,

And stop the waterwork of tears,

You done survived,

And you done strived for twenty two long years,

Your fans are waiting on you wolfie,

Gotta make your voice soar,

Can't you hear their screaming voices,

Can't you see they wish for more,

The game is not final,

And you may not yet have made it,

Success is not gained overnight,

There ain't no need to pitch a fit,

You can't look back on your past,

Because that yesterday is gone,

Keep your swerve on,

Keep it bright,

Keep it tight,

And just wolf on

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Presription

 

Fuck a pill,

Just gone and pick up a pen,

Put your feelings on this paper,

Laxed with your feet up at the den,

Play this record every day,

And let it ease your soul,

Put your spirit at full ease,

Let relaxation take control,

Just feel the rhythm of these words,

And let your mind go blank,

Treat your stomach to the fridge,

Go head and grab a cold drank,

Whatever take your suit off,

And just think of a rhyme,

And if you get writer's block,

It ain't a rush,

Just take your time,

I can make the beat slow so you can speed up your flow,

With some cool wolf shit for when your down and on the low,

Fuck the doctor,

Off your rocker?,

Therapists can suck a dick,

Come to me,

I got the goods,

This prescription be the shit

 

 

 

 

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Publication Date: 08-09-2018

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