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FLOWERS AND GOSSAMER

EACH morning comes and we are dying ONE year passes and more are born i walk in fields of flowers and gossamer and fell into a hole with stars and nebula passing and caterpillars singing before they have wings and a red panda kisses my cheek and explains this is where things go when one dreams while walking. -- so hooka man in your small corner closing in upon your jelly brain gets up and dances again oh little rolly-polly you are a cute ball and my brain lost logic and proportion and words and numbers dissolve at the dawn of common sense. We are told to believe some things We are punished for doing many things We are clean as a Spirit and Soul but then as always -- life takes its toll Be safe around busy eyes and hold upon a wind the secret words you believe in allow no parrot to squawk within the room of your private thoughts Oh! Live! Be different and be your own friend! Be your own friend! :: 05.09.2021 ::

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