That song is a song that is so annoying and you don’t want to hear. It may be the most beautiful to most but could annoy one, for the reason unknown. I have written this poem in a free-verse.
… Nor can we come to understand what way Feminine evil o’er virtue prevail, For we have ne’er heard anyone to say That snake was anything other than male!
you’ll never believe it, martha…
I can feel you stewing It’s too peaceful for you here No angst, no tears, no misery No dominance, no fear…
I can feel you stewing It’s too peaceful for you here No angst, no tears, no misery No dominance, no fear…
You go ahead and do that…
… There would be less reluctance, ay, forsooth, Did some have some less need to fear the truth
…And by the way, Could you lend me your phone?
Your underhand has gotten so Its overhand it doesn’t know…
We are the tiny specks of this universe. Isn’t it, then, obvious that we are influenced by the ever changing dynamics of this vast uncharted space?
things become what they really are very rapidly…
… Please recall, there places are You don’t stick out your tongue!
I listened and I learned that day From that berry, wise and sweet…
How healing be the gentle touch of love Resuscitating us in every way…
Verses previous penned now outward go — Those may be all the verses that I know
