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SPOOKS' LEAVIN' CLEVELAND, SOUTHERN-COMFORT IN A WHISKEY GLASS

Gets the girl at the end of the book, ID requirement by big brothers & thumb up sisters

Faith, Hope & Charity are honorable ways to live successfully, 4 gold fingers got blisters

Crazy love of hu-men who were raised without YOUR rules that only you fake adopted

Like this all stray, scared cats, SOMETHING lasts forever, passed on from kin lyin' dead.

I waited on the people, served their mass of consumers affairs, ran the blissful errands

All of what it takes is like that whereever you fly or run, up & down, horns' buzzin' ends

Swift boats & ships up and down the thin air and wet oceanic current of a wobble spin

Gold is all that's left of the One that used to be higher than the plants & animals' skin.

Love and caring for your species and eating all of the others, packed meat's procreation

Vegetarian cookin' killer of the plants, an eater of the boiled, poached, fried & baked in

A function of the break in our sky fallin', conscious awareness is that eyes're wide open

Game without rules known to all the players, that is no game, It's a merry mortal's sin.

Fools dive in where angels not only fear to go but also hesitate to toke for a hit or miss

Not to John, Peter, Paul, Mary or Joe, Al, Jack or Jill, I'll never admit it's all gonna be OK

Alright from my point of view on or off of the turnpikes and interstates, dating infinites

Spirit & fuel for the trip is stored in imaginary Holloween, infrared, cosmic-candy lights.

You were supplied with abundant hope from your father in heaven & mother of Earth

It's stored in the place in Space where it's always been & always will be, a fired hearth

My gods are not yours and you may not even be cognizant of the concept of dead still

Yet divine is easy to put all of the ignorance of the Truth into perspective, a God's will.

On the swings and slides in the playground, having innocent fun with the predators ilk

Wanting to hunt for prey, showing that a city's the place in Space that needs cow milk

Makin' coffee lighter than it should be, a hot campfire's melted marshmellows to chew

The hot beans are clearly whispering. flights of butterflies, flowers & viral CoVid19 flu.

Home's where the heart is, mine's here with yours, I pass all love through your hot soul

Function of this calculus is a byte more than it ever had to be, silence is a golden O-ring

To be or not to be concludes being the one & only thing that matters, Matter in-control

Praying on knees for forgiveness & showing sorrow for a conscious awareness of being.

Targeted pinnacle of success being living the life left over from the garden of Eden trick

Or was it a treat that gave us the apple to eat off the tree that let knowledge's oil slick

River rockin' hills of melting snow rollin' to Seas of crossed bones, Red or Black, H2O ice

Gone country or dropped inner city, forward & never backward, be a tool, roll the dice!

Unloaded the trunk full of baggage and there's nothing but music & bright lights ahead

On the Form and the Matter, observation of a blind man who is deaf as a stoned head

Wishing, hoping and praying for the pie in the sky, not a hard way to infuse a blueberry

Good timing matches reality, tempt a backside, sins in backwoods' full moonshine tea.

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c.  ROCKTOBER XXXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini , Dimanche @ 7:07 AM

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