Thursday, December 19, 2019, 12:18 PM 

 The pale din of dawn calling, calling, calling wake little flowers, wake you grasses, wake forest, come to life and consume. Then  I looked full in the face, I'm the dear little plants. Never full, never full, never full, never, never full as they drank the morning dew.

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The rays of light did cascade about the green controlling,  driven to the air, I please.  Pleased by dioxide that I gave without thought or repose. Then with claim, I, did propose to hold my breath. I'm just concerned at the beauty of the garden prey,  they insulted me by thinking poor of my creature self. Not near, so beauty as their garden roe!  As I held my breath I did see the fade of sweet still bright. Dark did develop about petal, I poi.  I had them where I should know fade, deserve wood, come. The insult claimed, aits just results...  But wait the darkened face is not on them, it's on me.  That upstart plant projected its guilt and shame to me. With a puff of stuff, I'll let go of my breath, to feed the creature its oxide brew.   Clear the air, and cancel the fate of their wretched beauty.  Carbon is theirs for their take. The projection, it's no longer to make my soul to ache.  It belongs to their snide beauty, for to hide.
 KDG

On This Day: March 3rd 1966

Born Timo Tolkki, musican.

Are you the one… play

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