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Cattle, Chickens, Ducks and Geese
Cattle, chickens, ducks and geese Chased Della Reese. Verisimilitude, lurking behind the kitchen door Drew comments from the working class, Peering through the half--moon hole That no one knew was there. Hurry, hurry Alice, or the rabbit will be late While you wait. Clip your toenails, Rebecca--what a good job you did. (Johnny and Rebecca hid the evidence.) Very, very illi similitude Rebecca was very rude. Clipped her toenails and hid them in her snood. And Johnny knew where they were hid. He did! Learning Device
Life is a learning device In which we're all mice Caught in a trap Of ludicous social crap.
The Cat
Become as nothing All the paintings I have ever seen. The cat on the fence. The Firefly
Watching a firefly. Where will his next light be? The Conservationists
"Bambi" came to town. The taxidermist told his wife "The conservationists are out again."
A Song
I Stray, love, afielding. Let me not near you. Stray, love, unyielding, My heart won't hear you. I needed your love. You could not stay. Stray, love afielding, I'll find my way. II Stray, love, afielding. I need you near me. Our paths were one, dear. Now you can't hear me. Why did you leave me? My love was true. Stray, love, unyielding. My love was you. lll Now you must stay, love, Far from my yearning. All of my dreams, love Now for the burning. Go. Go and let my Loneliness stay. Stray, love, afielding. I'll find my way. lV Someday another Love will enfold you. Please tell that other Love she can't hold you. Two saddened hearts Are lonely as one. Stray, love, afielding. I'll find the sun. V Stray, love, afielding. Let me not near you. Stray, love, unyielding, My heart won't hear you. I needed your love. You could not stay. Stray, love, afielding. I'll find my way. Mothers, Do Not Mourn the Past
Mothers, do not mourn the past. Do not hate the war which takes our sons. Don't cry out your frustrations at the crippling diseases Which in this heavy atmosphere would seem to be man's sad inheritance. Another night has passed. We can awaken with this dawn. And, with its first bright rays, and through this day which deepens into yet another night, And through not just your love, but your own fears-- Oh mother of the future militant. Be instead the shaper of your own young innocent's dreams. Smile at your child. (continued)
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