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ON A HAPPY BLESSED DAY

In the evening of this beautiful sunshine day I took a cooling-off walk through the park. There I saw buoyant ducks and little ducklings Watching a bullfrog sitting on his lily pad throne; His pulsating neck aped silent crocking rhythms. The greenish hued pond water was as still as death Until the little ducklings began flapping their wings In a manner that seemed as if they were in a game Playing Rock! Paper! Scissors! or skiing with wings. As I strolled past this joyous view, a distant car backfired! Suddenly, but for the water, the pond became empty and Looking around, not an amphibian nor avian was in sight. Assured by nature that all was well, I continued my walk. Having returned home, I now sit here out on the verandah And gazing up into the eastern sky I wait for the rising moon. Come,” let the church say amen!” For a man “born by the river”, the Change that’s “gonna come”…allegorically revealed itself today.

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