A Cup Full
I wish upon myself....that one day, I'll be as comfortable in me, as she in her tub.
Pop this in your cup.....once the soul has left its pot, its own cup it must fill. One teaspoon or two? Entirely up to you. But do we must, fill our cups, with pinkies pointing up. And rise we do in fluff and blue, and endless possibility too.
You'll find this soulful ink (and many others) in the 'Clunk & Jam' book.