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I watch it grow from a plant into a tree, I watch it grow to rescue you and me, I water it with my sweat and nurture it with my breath and in the early morning I absorb its substance in my knee.

 See them growing in the wild bearing the penalty for that painful sacrifice; they are there to shelter you and me from the sun, the rain and the miserable pain, and when life gets troublesome and the tides rises above your head, you can reach for its branch to take you across the land. 

The morning comes alive with the grinding machine in my ears bellowing through the wall and penetrating my ear drum, while the music shouts from the top of the hill.

The black bird mating in the coconut tree flies into the ackee tree and then back into the coconut balling out with a wired sound that I could not figure out .Although they were mating they were trying to tell me something but I could not understand only a bird watcher could tell me what it is about. 

Today is a special day and I hope that blessing will come your way. I keep all my thoughts together and try desperately to figure out this chapter before the next natural disaster. 

There is a special time in space that is flying all over the place, they have not gotten the grip of time and it keeps slipping on the ship. They must focus on the lightening and the thunder and the wind will come after, then the message will be clear on the direction and the position that is hanging over there. 

You didn’t do it right this time or everyone would be standing in line,  with a plate and a dish looking at the horizon and the rivers breaking its banks. 

There is a little hole on the side of the space station, it looks like a valve that can open and close, when its open you get the wind and when its closed you get the water., you have got do it all over again for no one will be speared except mercy flow from heaven. they will never change unless heaven breaks through the gate. 

Two days wrapped in one singing a happy song, two hearts joined together listening to the weather. Come and amuse me today.
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