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Up the chimney,
like old smoke,
when you were young
having a toke.

What is it?
When will it be gone?
Get out to vote, please,
so we can move along.

Many like to bring problems,
to your door,
instead of solutions,
which is better for more.

Through the open window,
over the bright painted sill,
on a trip to Na Na land,
at the end of Mulberry Hill.

A brand-new adventure,
stuck within my mind.
I hope those I see there,
will not be too unkind.

Long rows of Violets,
absorbing the noonday Sun,
will I love this place until
my life is over and done?

I hope I do,
for the story I've been told,
it's a wonderful place
for those of us who are old.

From edge of light,
on an Autumn morn,
new love takes flight,
while you're reborn.

May you walk through,
shadowed fields, unfazed,
until you achieve,
you're best of days.

May worry never find you,
in a place of anywhere,
when your soul vanishes,
into the Spring air.

Wicked comes a calling,
reaching out to me.
Should I stay to challenge,
or run away and flee?

Wicked has many ways,
she says will set you free.
I'm uncertain if she means it.
I know it won't be me.

Have to fight temptation,
when it gets in the way.
Start again on the morrow,
when I may go or stay.

When the Whippoorwill calls,
the time will be when,
we will see the World change,
over and over again.

The Whippoorwill calls,
should set up an alarm,
about the attention is ready,
for her who our Democracy harm.

Insurrectionists no matter,
what you may say,
Traitors to our Government,
in every waking way.

If you believe in this country,
and the Democracy, you see,
then it's time to take action,
and not the criminal way.

A jagged edge,
along the screen,
Broken glass,
at the scene.

What has happened,
where were we,
when all the rats,
began to flee.

Take back our country,
from the Sedonistic crowd.
Don't be quiet,
speak out loud.

If you care,
for this, your land,
we will love to take
a stronger stand.

Emotions are a wonderful thing
for they release and will bring,
deep feelings of love or fear,
when an unknown presence is near.

There are times when
circumstance triggers action.
Be careful as timing is a factor,
to consider, before pulling the trigger.

One light to the North,
on the brightest day.
I thought it was blue,
now I cannot say.

When love moves away,
from where we live,
should we acknowledge,
should we forgive?

He controls the evening.
He controls the night.
He controls the weather.
He controls the sunlight.

He controls your interest,
even all the TV's,
for he's the master of ceremonies,
for everything, with ease.

Legendary is the word,
which was the way she looked.
Could of been on the center pages,
for the issue of Playbook.