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 Greener Grass

Greener Grass
Greener Grass
Greener Grass
A Fabel
Greener Grass
Greener Grass
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Greener Grass
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 Greener Grasses there is always someone who who who tells a different point a view; a traveler who tells a painted picture of a better place at least four thousand miles away. A place where eye can go to shrim:Pe the shrim:Pe is fresh each and every day but why oh gentile reader ewe is the expounder of the greener grasses principle not there? Still he lives the same place too the here the now the shrimpless place we be the shrimpless acres the land of shrimpless mee. Why is he not camping at the boat dock in the wetted sand to eat the fresh stuff that they catch and then gobble up all them shrim:Pe  they fetched? A fabel is a short story poem or not prose or not poetry that tells a story a usual fictitious short story or long or not about a donkey or not speaking jumble words of fiction the writer eye play GOD placing bubbles of fruition on lipps that usual utter sounds such as The Falcon Dry. He lives the bird who thrilled me with his cry he stopped upon the parapet to let me see his profile add to this my vested interest my shirt turned into jacket Jacket has a hood shirt goes over vest to dress a poor man for ewe so that eye walk with cleaned attitude. Eye have mye one regret and yet she it is who loves me rules the heart the fabel the vested interest. The hummingbird hummed in place a most unusual thing for they move constantly to eat a thing in hyper motion sitting silent staring just at mee. Usual a image in motion hard to capture with a camera grace inside a living thing GOD in a fabel. There is too many singers in the world today too many cowboys wearing the same hat. Strummers singing the same sounding songs. Too few groupies left they all grown up. The same word with different meanings the same meanings with different words. Roundabout thoughts of greener grasses. Fame is meant for flaming weird flame is saved for them in jars of honeycombed molasses sulphuric in the hazes of the lake. Many err in judgments when a man does say AMEN to what the preacher say don't shush him. Leave a possibility that he is write yet even so he' s white a unicorn of breasted meat the same as every ebon brother there. Share the air make a new noise the ignorance leave at home with all the bullits in the gun. While eye may believe the shrim:Pe are there eye will not leave my lair of solitude to risk the magnitude and flounder on the shore of sanded beach. Give me Greener Grasses.


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