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Was This The Wind?
January 20, 2024, 01:44 pm
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Was this the wind, in branch’s gentle dance?
In frosty winter, gentle morning breeze?
The Sun, in sparkling, shiny little drops,
in frozen tree, this frosty winter freeze?
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Was this the wind, in frozen, frosty winter,
or…do I see a little, tiny thing?
Is that the Jay, my sweet and lovely neighbour,
hang up-side-down, sweetly start to sing?
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The humans gasp through deadly wars and slaughter.
The borg attempt assimilate us all.
Mosquitoes spread ebola through the air…
Bread is forbidden on this Tiny Ball…
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Adorable, that Jay hang up-side-down,
singing the Spring, this winter frosty day!
He knows exactly, over all, serene,
Supreme, Allmighty has last word to say!!!
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Cosmic Liberty 