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~~I like to take on the appearance..
that everything is what it should be by now..
The more we love, the more the rain showers..
Upon an opened window of opportunity..
To regain what little save of face there is to save..
I don't respond to the push and pull effect
of the World around me..It is and forever will be
of an opinion, that some would say, Hey it's my
right of way, and forever shall you keep your mouth shut..
So, here's some sand to put into your mouth..
For dust thou art and dust you shall consume..
No matter how many times, I chase you around the
strawberry patch, you never tire of wantoned
of being right..when obviously you're wrong..
The case is in point of view, and perspectives
are lacking, when you have a panoramic all
seeing, though all unknowing reason why..
the sun shines but yet your mind obscures
the clouds from reason, there is no rhyme..
To count the letters as numbers, and the numbers
turn into letters, that spell's the benediction
the contradiction is what most of us try to uphold..
the end~~
by Rick Weber
March 10, 2015
copyright reserved 2015
0046 hours
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that everything is what it should be by now..
The more we love, the more the rain showers..
Upon an opened window of opportunity..
To regain what little save of face there is to save..
I don't respond to the push and pull effect
of the World around me..It is and forever will be
of an opinion, that some would say, Hey it's my
right of way, and forever shall you keep your mouth shut..
So, here's some sand to put into your mouth..
For dust thou art and dust you shall consume..
No matter how many times, I chase you around the
strawberry patch, you never tire of wantoned
of being right..when obviously you're wrong..
The case is in point of view, and perspectives
are lacking, when you have a panoramic all
seeing, though all unknowing reason why..
the sun shines but yet your mind obscures
the clouds from reason, there is no rhyme..
To count the letters as numbers, and the numbers
turn into letters, that spell's the benediction
the contradiction is what most of us try to uphold..
the end~~
by Rick Weber
March 10, 2015
copyright reserved 2015
0046 hours
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