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Tell me, if you can,
directions to a better life.
A place of loving care,
where flowers bloom
and songbirds will sing,
Spring, Summer and Fall.
Flowers growing aside
a garden path, scented
with a sweet perfume.

Come my child,
take my hand,
as we travel to
a faraway land.

Travelling is free,
no need for money,
for it is the land
of milk and honey.

Paths of chocolate,
making you smile,
as we see a
licorice, crocodile.

Flowers of cotton candy,
won't cost you a cent.
They are free
from the oversize tent.

Sailing across
the whipped creme sea,
You must stay
close to me.

Flying high,
across this sweet land
of sunny beaches,
with brown sugar sand.

Blueberry sky's, with
marshmallow clouds,
the land is empty
no gathering crowds.

A path of caramel,
sweet chewy for you,
with dark chocolate
and milk chocolate, too.

When this day
is over and done,
you can be happy,
you can tell, everyone.

Until the early 1900’s, chickens were primarily raised on farms for their ability to lay eggs, not for their meat. In 1923. a woman in Delaware named Cecilia Steele. ordered 50 chicks for her backyard flock. Due to an error, she received 500. She kept them, raised them and 16 weeks later sold them for 63 cents a pound. Her story spread rapidly helping create the poultry industry.
Now, the industry is controlled by a handful of large corporations. The larger ones own the birds and contract with local farmers to raise them. With the corporations providing the feed and medical care. More at Vox ➜ 

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She sat next to me,
knowing me not, I fear.
A little moisture,
now in my eye. A tear?

Why the emotions?
I'm a grown man,
crying is not supposed
to happen, but it can.

When tears, course
down my cheek,
I try to be brave
but my eyes leak.

From out of the past,
through the back door,
my thirst for knowledge,
hungers for more.

Magazines, countless books
and a little TV, too,
I devour the knowledge,
to impress you and you.

The greenest grass,
mowed close to the ground,
when you walked on it,
there was a crunching sound.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

The two prominent clouds in this Chilean Atacama Desert skyscape captured on January 21 actually lie beyond our Milky Way galaxy. Known as the Large and the Small Magellanic Clouds they are so named for the 16th century Portuguese explorer Ferdinand Magellan, leader of the first circumnavigation of planet Earth. Famous jewels of southern hemisphere skies, they are the brightest satellite galaxies of the Milky Way. The larger cloud is some 160,000 light-years, and the smaller 210,000 light-years distant. While both are irregular dwarf galaxies in their own right, they exhibit central barred structures in the deep wide-angle view. Wide and deep exposures also reveal faint dusty galactic cirrus nebulae and the imprints of gravitational tidal interactions between the Large and Small Magellanic Clouds.

Photo by Felipe Mac Auliffe López

Thank you for this morning,
my day is now complete,
Hearing about her reaction,
was a special treat.

I will write of you,
every night,
and think about your eyes,
so bright.

Our own tale of love
and tears.
Our worries about all
our fears.

A fear of losing
our love,
due to no
interest above.

Soft was the noise,
from within the park.
The Mockingbird,
the Meadowlark.

Beautiful sounds,
so crisp and dear,
musical notes
crystal clear.

So much joy,
so much fuss,
didn't know I was
on the party bus.

A few days of confusion.
Monday I was helping
my wife. She looked at
me, saying you don't
belong here. Leave.
I did.

Yesterday, she asked me
if I was married. I said yes,
She wanted to know who.
I explained it was she.
Her reply was, "No way!"

I understand. Not what
she is going through but
the confusion in her mind.
We have been married for
sixty-five years