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some ironies...
delicious....
arable land..
nutritious
well-springs...
plentiful fishes...
not unlike the flounder
whose eyes migrate and wander
to the upside..
.not the downside....
and once done,
there is no backslide
to the other..'cause it's bottom...
and looking down's forgotten....
but that's another story.....
take the vibrant morning glory....
folding petals as night's dew *omes.....
opening when sun's warmth wakens....
nature's balance...blessed fulcrum....
all in harmony...partaking
of the juicity and joy
as the elements deploy
to bring seed to bud
with
birth-inducing
melody....
*eaches fall... some gently thud...
new life begins with threnody....
of oil, we don't have to *uck it....
spill or squander....
let's don't say, ' *uck it '
as in the presence of an open heart....
with love...we share...each has a part...
in our hands...
our children's future....
we can mend...
with each small suture....
leave them gifts
which we have known.....
not least of those
...a funny-bone...
to paint the air with green....or blue.....
within a context...hue's a clue
to all and any rights of freedom...
words can fly.....no need to bleed 'em.....
a rainbow garden....speech, it be....
blooms have flowered on each tree...
expressions of heart, mind and soul.......
a penny pitched into the bowl....
we're all doin' the best we can...
lead to the slaughter not one iamb
I've got more than a little preachy.........
so?
here *omes some more....again...it's *eachy...! !
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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