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What say you,
with flesh so weak,
who uses others,
when you seek,

to take advantage,
of their weak style,
day after day,
mile after mile?

This sentiment seems to be appropriate for
the moment. Not fatalistic but a
realism in this moment.

This happening recurs almost every year in the
Great State of California. Why isn't this a fixable,
situation. Certainly, must have some impact on
Global Warming, not to mention the lost properties
and all the memories that burned.

Be you the person,
with dreams in your head,
from the moment you awoke,
and arose from your bed.

We need dreamers,
in this great world, ours,
or you may still be riding horses,
instead riding in cars.

Was there ever a time,
when life was, OK?
I am uncertain,
and know not what to say.

Life's great journey,
may blow hot or cold,
but uncertainties,
will never grow old.

Black in the east,
the sun set, long ago,
now for the curiosity,
from the traveling show.

Many moves, so many,
best with sleight of hand,
from a magician, who is
on a one-night stand.

He dazzled the crowd,
with his visual display,
went behind a curtain
an vanished, flying away,

Never the story, to recall,
without a visual display,
curiosity was present when
he disappeared that day.

My heart began beating,
with a regular heart rate,
Why this happened,
I can only pontificate,

There won't be another tomorrow,
were words well said,
for there is a problem.
Many of us may be dead,

What was the question,
another voice, chimed in,
for at this rate, it will only be
an ordinary, simple, venial sin.

Aches and pains
still exist,
from my misspent youth.
Broken legs, broken wrist

Latent waters, still.
Now run deep.
Is there time,
for you to sleep?

For when the
big sleep will be,
you may sleep
for an eternity.

I've lost my way,
was to me said.
I no longer belong
to the living dead.

Be you here,
be thee far,
I will know you,
by whom you are.

Run and hide,
if you can.
Do what you need,
for you are the man.

Words will mix,
words will match,
blending together.
What's the catch?

Words we know,
from Latin or French.
Words quite guttural,
still in the trench.

Words like kinder,
German for child,
then Garten.
Aren't words wild?

Latin words, like port,
meaning gate,
Words similar to some,
mama is great.

There are many words,
we use every day.
Derived from other counties,
or in another way.

Long were the boats,
which anchored in the Quay.
Anchored together,
so they wouldn't float away,