Morning quiet hear a rustle.. then chirp of a bird.. hear a rod from down the street.. pipes tuned.. to the herd.. kind of funny..so much love for metal and move.. when confusion reigns in learning easy is a groove..
Go out to the business world.. wish I had stayed home.. little minds who cannot find love.. want the Astrodome.. cross-eyed.. whipped and hot tied.. so afraid to give.. a hint of horror that would be.. if money walked and lived..
Easy seems a nothing trip when money buys the sane.. body guards.. walls high and hard.. spikes in driveway lanes.. longer folks wait worse it gets.. exampled well in pines.. if money was judged in its time.. they’d see the flaw and crime..
then hang it from a vine..
Thought.. ‘money is fun.. makes things easy.. what a poor purpose to define what I care for.. my goals.. for if direction is made without care.. without consideration of other things.. in uncompromising view.. money trails us back to the same bloody battlefield.. influences decisions that should not be associated with personal goals of wealth’ .. Peace Tony
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