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Garden art did abound,
as my love would purchase,
Garden Art for the yard.
This is written about a
garden gnome.

The mind can be a terrible place,
as thoughts, with worries, enters,
to interfere with the logic of your mind.
Never fear. Think and believe, you will see.

It's the little things,
I miss most in this new life.
When my love, my rock
is no longer here. My wife.

What happens,
when you're told,
"You're very sick, now,
but hey! You're old."

Just one moment,
is what I say.
If you can't be positive,
please go away.

I feel better than
I have for years,
so please don't,
bring up old fears.

You've lived a long life,
isn't that enough?
Well, ok, so what?
I will be tough,

I will fight,
this dreaded disease.
When I win,
I'll be at ease.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

What are these unusual interstellar structures? Bright-rimmed, flowing shapes gather near the center of this rich starfield toward the borders of the nautical southern constellations Pupis and Vela. Composed of interstellar gas and dust, the grouping of light-year sized cometary globules is about 1300 light-years distant. Energetic ultraviolet light from nearby hot stars has molded the globules and ionized their bright rims. The globules also stream away from the Vela supernova remnant which may have influenced their swept-back shapes. Within them, cores of cold gas and dust are likely collapsing to form low mass stars, whose formation will ultimately cause the globules to disperse. In fact, cometary globule CG 30 (on the upper left) sports a small reddish glow near its head, a telltale sign of energetic jets from a star in the early stages of formation.

Photo by Mark Hanson & Martin Pugh, Observatorio El Sauce

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A time of life, I am now aware,
for I know about when I will leave,
this world. Stage 4 Liver/Prostate Cancer,
a statement about your life's end.
At this point in time friends, always
important are more now than ever.

At this stage of life,
another step toward,
the final outcome,
of a life lived, with joy.

No matter why,
I need a reason.
All I need is to talk,
about you. Tis the season.

Long were the shadows,
beneath the tall trees.
Wind rustling branches,
creating falling leaves.

Dry is the air,
in this July heat wave.
Why do the Gods,
like to misbehave?