Dancing DevilsThe haze rises from the heated glass Prisms dance before my eyes Honest sweat runs down my back Exhaustion gives voice to sighDancing Devils
Blowing air down the copper pipe The orb takes a pear like shape Dancing Devils absorbing light While caressing shadows try to drape
Prudish thrusts into the air Cools the glass in rich colors The tourist in awe just stare As they pay out their dollars
Crop Circles
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I'm but a sheepish spirit bleating at The Absolute
ha , ha
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Over the seven jewelled hills, beyond the seventh fall, in the cottage of the Seven Dwarfs, dwells Snow White, fairest of them all.
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