On out past the city.. girl come askin’ pretty.. one blue moon one full in my back
NO MATTER THE FLAG.. SAG OF THE SAILS .. DREAM SHIPS ARE FITTED WITH WOOD DREAM SHIP NAILS..
yard..
In a hammock.. hangin’ easy on oceans of love.. ‘girl round here everything grows well’..
grandma smiling pulls at her gardnin’ glove.. got long story.. old folk ways to tell..
I say.. ‘show me with a home soaked remedy from time.. when my mind is peaceful it suits me..
show us how to keep it clean make dollars from each dime.. leave a recipe for ‘easy’ tea..
Mellow clouds.. day like this.. makes a blanket warm.. earth our home.. brothers sisters all..
Gives a time of easy.. get ready for the storm.. always brewin’ outside peaceful walls..
Thought.. ‘As I leave the poem that teaches me.. that makes me better at what I do.. I remember the lessons learned.. I know the subjective nature of my species and quest.. I know the difference ‘tween syllogism.. and proven fact.. (syllepsis Webster’s 2nd definition is interesting).. thus have to say.. you first lived my writing through history.. I believe each person as the humble student I am’.. Peace Tony
©AC.4.4.13.arr././
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