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A rising on Valentines Resur e rection

A rising on Valentines Resur – e – rection Four AM Valentines morn, I awoke, stiff as a board – stands a mighty oak, reaching up to heavenly skies – empty – whishing upon a star that would not be a heavenly body for me – that pink cloud, sweet, delicious – ecstasy wrapped in a shroud. A surprise !, standing against the ravages of time, - for a long, long time – this gift with no place to go for deep down – in my heart – I have come to know, that upon this tree, you have no desire to climb nor upon this mighty oak come and take a rest and maybe find, that doing so, could be the best wood, the wood that greeted me, will never greet you, will never be a pillar you wish to climb upon. To pulp – my wood, this mighty oak – becomes, gone. What does an old man find ?, - when realizing so few moments arise that he might sing a glorious song to the goddesses “ Isis ”, “ Ishtar ” – not a clue. B. J. “A ” 2 February 15th 2007

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