Push.

Push the little daisies.

Such irony in the term “push”.

Acts of such, odd context.

But you are right.

You no, what you know at your own discretion.

Just cause, applause?

A pause, to push.

The result, as the man thinketh remains with time to be the falling of the part.

Freedom such, the chores.

Odd, to just know.

Then again.

*abide*