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YOU and are not us.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
