The women in this wonderful picture seem to be dreaming.. planning.. waiting for the foolish boys.. who play.. learning to be men..
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Run in sun or snow hangups slow they cannot go everything is young you hold her hand..
song heard smell good pine true love what is yours is mine in love young couple touch to understand..
clear in mind like mountains yonder take your feeling let it wander know your touch is love all through the land..
young plan a feeling ranch love has a golden branch stars in night sky twinkle silent love.. approval from the very sky.. next door day blue catches my eye.. white clouds take form of seen from above..
Felt strong when a boy.. curious, strong life a joy.. challenge was to live for.. perhaps win.. deny primal? I think not.. Irish be.. a Scot a Scot.. history eons lend a spin..
in young time of joyful play some folks seem to lose their way.. years spent in a toy for kids of ten.. make an interest made of wood.. call it steel deceit not good.. each life is one that will not come again..
way is lost in thought out toys.. unknown studies girls and boys.. no true interest others bring about.. something found toy makers use.. they shine it up.. then light the fuse.. young folks would not take time to throw it out..
data data.. what will matter.. excite motive time again..rain patters on a road that circle bends..
what rattle excites to battle makes them turn as one like cattle children want to love and share?.. what can make them rat and tattle S&M with pink sex paddles make women bulk up and want a pair?..
yes of balls the mystic halls politics the large and smalls.. secrets hidden in games called ‘closed doors’.. each second has many eyes no secret worth in secret lies.. just a game played by the exploit whores..
Got a handle got a name in the world game is a game.. pros do not goes.. hot dogs and sports.. rhythm beat quiet discreet feels like child’s play in the street..
truth burns like a spectrum seen through quartz..
Fine jewels refract light to fine image.. aesthetic.. moving.. as with a painting by Marc Chagall.. Peace T.
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