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It was, Brick and Mortar,
for an exceptionally long time,
Now it's done with electronics,
when you sign in, Online.

F or I know it happens,
I know it wise,
S hould have a friend,
H e fishes with flies.

T he friend who knows,
A s I do too,
L oves to fish,
E ven as you do.

Here I go again,
with a clap of thunder.
Words assault me,
about going down under.

Down under the bridge,
where the troll master
lived, collecting tolls to
the Trolls' new disaster.

An Apricot colored bear,
slept under a tree.
Shade was the target,
a cool, want to be.

He was covered in
gold pollen, from a tree,
a beautiful coat,
it was to be.

He admired his coat,
down by the pool,
so golden in color,
He wasn't a fool.

It started raining
at the end of the day,
but his beautiful coat
with pollen, washed away.

The Sun arose anew
his fur was sheer,
it was the color of
an Apricot beer.

Do you aspire,
to be better than you are.
Do you wish to learn about life
and how to go far?

Step down, step aside.
A lot of men didn't,
although many men tried.

You must stay on schedule,
You must stay the course.
What was the saying,
" You can't beat a dead horse."

You must persevere,
while sticking to your gun,
you have been named
the "anointed one."

Listen to the rumble,
listen to the roar.
It's not a new sound,
not new anymore.

The steady beat of a drum,
the snare's rat a tat, tat,
is playing a dirge,
You must understand that.

It's time for sadness,
but also, for joy,
for that little kid,
is now a grown boy.

To humor his parent,
no matter what may,
on this occasion,
celebrating Mother's Day.

There was a time,
I remember it well,
when the only noise heard,
was sell, sell, sell.

Sell all your stocks,
sell your house, too,
for big recession,
is coming for you.

Banks will start failing,
they will sometimes do,
run like sheep,
as everyone is telling you to.

Don't trust the banks,
no matter what's said,
for you will lose money,
your cash flow will be dead.

Don't listen to them,
not on this day,
they want all your money,
It is their way.

Suddenly, I write words,
with abandon and glee.
What in the world
has come over me?

I'm the same person,
of an hour ago,
but I wasn't ready,
not ready for the show.

Love all your neighbors,
even those you hate.
Hate is a strong word,
So please, please, abate.

We have differing opinions,
it's why we are we,
so, no matter your beliefs,
It's about us, not about me.

The edge of night,
begins to appear,
as the light fades
and will disappear.

Why do I not see
your beautiful smile,
when I am away
for a little while.

I miss you,
every waking hour.
You are my strength,
my source of power.

It's been extremely difficult,
especially for me,
I keep hearing, "Tie a yellow
ribbon around the old Oak tree."

Sitting, listening
to Iz, singing,
"What beautiful World"
A great voice from Hawaii,
left too early.
Miss his music.

Dawn comes,
Sun rises,
moistures floats
in steamy plumes,
warming the air.
A breeze rustles,
branches and leaves.
Another beautiful day
in the land I love.