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The time draws nigh,
changes will soon occur,
as life moves on,
from chore to chore.

Time pours through,
porous glass,
no matter what,
time will still pass.

Having too much time,
on one's hands,
when boredom creeps in,
with the shifting sands.

Before The End,
attacks at night,
there is still time,
to stand and fight.

Fight for your rights.
to make choices
which affect your
life's happiness.

How fortunate, it is
to be loved,
by so many.
Not saying it's me,
but the feeling,
must be indescribable.

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.

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.

I don't understand,
what you have helped me be,
but I am enjoying food,
all thanks to thee.

An amazing person,
what you are to me.
Don't leave us here,
please do not flee.

All the words,
jammed into my head.
Spontaneous words,
words to be read.

write them,
on paper white,
writing slowly,
they'll be alright.

Avoid using,
those words old
be they skinny,
Or be they cold

Words will find,
their own place,
if you write about
a smiling face.

Love me now,
or not at all,
be it Winter,
Spring, Summer or Fall.

Residents wander
around the floor,
searching for those,
not with us, anymore.