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Rain Is Far Away, But The Air Today Is Damp. Clouds Cramp The Sky, And Make A Mist Of The Light. The Mimosa Holds Tight To It’s Flowers, Waiting For Bright Sun Or The Showers, Both Of Which Do Not Come.
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Is Thicker, Says The Rhyme, But I Know Water Wins Every Time. Water Will Wash Away Your Spouse, Your Dog And Cat, And Your Entire House. So Keep In Mind, Water Flows At A Rapid Pace, But With Care, Blood Stays In Place. Relatives Don’t Write Or Phone, And One Remains Alone, But First, As Long As I’ve A Faucet, I Won’t Die Of Thirst.  Time
Is A Repetitive Illusion, I’m Told, And I Ponder This As I Grow Old. Time Is What The Clock Dictates, And We Hurry Not To Be Too Late. Past, Present, Future, Have No Real Space, But, Oh, If I Could Only Turn And See Just One Beloved Face, Left Behind Some Other Place, Hold Again One Precious Hand, And Truly Understand.  I Have
A Photograph Taken In The Noonday Of The World, Standing Together On The Sands Of Lake Ontario, Years Ago. Our Hair Is Long, He Wears A Headband, And Gestures With His Beautiful Hands. I’m In A Shirt I Bought In Spain, And Not A Whit Of It Remains But The Shimmering Lake, And The Photo Someone Took The Time To Take.  The
Garden Is Weary In The Heat, The Songbirds Disconsolate. Long June Days Repeat Into Empty Rooms, And Restless Murmurs Fill The Evening Gloom. How Shall We Go On, How Combat The Cult Of Fools Who Smash Our Noble Rules? How Stand Against A Tyrant In The Land, And His Thieves Who Bleed Our Freedoms, And Deny Our Human Need With Pitiless Greed? Keep Strong, No Matter How Long It Takes To Push Them Down, And Save Our Hard Won Ground. |
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August 2024
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