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dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.

Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.

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sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?

Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.

lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves

Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.

a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet

I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.