When the weather is fine
Morning starts with a big bang, with barking dog shouting all over the land and miles of clouds moving deftly over my head and the rolling thunder ousting lazy people out of their beds; with frightened eyes they stare at the ceiling above them, as if they could keep the thunder from shouting at them, no matter how hard they pray and sing, the thunder continue to ring.
The climate has changed, making way for a brand new day, with a silent look at their faces and the courage to convened with the human race, they start approaching the place with a subtle look on their faces.
When the weather is fine, I want to go out and dine, when the weather I am going on a journey to see the famous coal mine. There is gold mine below and a desert somewhere in the middle and an exit at the interval, to get you out of the wilderness that trapped you below the depth.
You have got to pass through the coal mine first before you reach the earth that link the gold mine. There is a tunnel below for you to cross on the other side; pay careful attention to the sequence, for one mistake will take you into heaven.
Men of old have gone on this journey and the comeback heart-broken and sorry; they venture on a path in search of gold but they meet upon coal. If they had gone a little further, they would have struck gold mine upon which their destiny lies.
The sun came out and went right back in; it wasn’t time for the universe to sing. Nothing happens before the time, so you cannot settle for coal if you are looking for gold. Your land is laden with it but you travel half-way around the world looking for profit. All that you need are tool to discover it.
When the weather is fine, I am going to Vietnam, Cambodia, and Thailand. I am going to do a good massage and outsource some jobs in, Asia, Africa, Latin America, and the Caribbean and open some investment in Cuba. Everyone wants a slice of the cake that I bake.
I have been working all my life and I have made numerous sacrifices, I have met with presidents and Prime minister and all forms of nice guys and aggressive leaders, but nothing has changed and they continue to play the same dirty old dirty games.
Many changes are coming to town and the birds will be flying around, when the temperature change, the heat will spread around the place. When the weather id fine, I am going to have the time of my life, I will take a trip to Inner Mongolia, and camp out with horse men and soldiers. I will eat camp food and warm my feet beside camp fire and sleep in Mongolian boa.
When the weather is fine I will go to japan and soak in the Onsen
and spread my wings on the sand.
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