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What is the life,
which we feel each day?
Should we join in
or find another way?

Words written,
then read as we
become smitten,
for what we see.

Life can be funny,
Life may be bland.
If you enjoy laughter,
you must understand.

Hands of red,
heart of gold.
Telling this story,
will never get old,

unless our daily routine,
which is done in life,
is useless work,
with little strife.

When I was young
and very small,
I discovered,
a small door behind a wall.

The door about 3 feet high,
and 2 feet wide,
was found behind a wall,
in the basement, the right side.

The door with a door knob,
was locked, with a key.
No markings on the lock,
which I could see.

I played in the basement,
every day,
never seeing another
there to play.

One time, after dinner,
I'd gone to the basement.
I fell asleep, waking to
a sad lament.

I wish I knew someone,
I could play,
with, for I was lonely,
almost everyday.

The noise was coming
from the small door.
I knocked, saying,
please tell me more.

(continued)

It was silent,
without a reply.
So I knocked,
for another try.

The door swung,
open wide and inside
was a young boy.
His name was Clyde.

Clyde was small,
about like me.
He said he was from
across the Sea.

He was 18 years old,
about 10 years more than me.
We played together,
incessantly.

When I left, to go
away to school.
College was the
dividing rule.

Many years later,
I returned and went
to the small door,
behind the wall in the basement.

continued

Many years later,
I returned home,
and went to the basement,
where I found the door.

I knocked on the door,
it opened wide,
and there was my
old friend, Clyde.

He looked the
same to me,
a proud member,
of the Minihane.

Minihane, a small Hawaiian,
reported be from another
world, coming to Earth,
and part of Hawaiian Culture
and now of Hawaiian Legend.

Words become a topic,
when used to describe,
a collection of words,
into a finished document.
This was what I was trying to
convey in this December 2020 writing,

Sometimes, historical events,
become a hysterical "bent",
when emotions, seize the day
and citizens, want to vent.

Talk to me about the agression,
you see in people's eyes,
just before they succumb,
and innocents dies.

What kind of world, do we live in,
when among the hues and cries,
and one side is in chaos,
while the other side dies.

She stood in front of me,
Sans clothing, just a stare.
A beautiful woman,
with long black hair.

My throat was dry,
for I was aware,
I couldn't speak about the woman,
with the long, black hair.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Something strange happened to this galaxy, but what? Known as the Cigar Galaxy and cataloged as M82, red glowing gas and dust are being cast out from the center. Although this starburst galaxy was surely stirred up by a recent pass near its neighbor, large spiral galaxy M81, this doesn't fully explain the source of the red-glowing outwardly expanding gas and dust. Evidence indicates that this material is being driven out by the combined emerging particle winds of many stars, together creating a galactic superwind. In the featured images, a Hubble Space Telescope image in visible light is shown on the left, while a James Webb Space Telescope image of the central region in infrared light is shown on the right. Detailed inspection of the new Webb image shows, unexpectedly, that this red-glowing dust is associated with hot plasma. Research into the nature of this strange nearby galaxy will surely continue. Total Eclipse Imagery: Notable Submissions to APOD

John Constable (1776 – 1837). English landscape painter, born in Suffolk. His work is classified as being in the Romantic tradition. He is known principally for revolutionizing the genre of landscape painting with his paintings of Dedham Vale where his home was located. The area is now known "Constable Country" Some of his most well known paintings include Wivenhoe Park (1816), Dedham Vale (1821) and The Hay Wain (1821). His paintings are now among the most popular and valuable in British art.