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Wind blown leaves brown is the Colour Could It be

The Benefactor Who is He Old Women dancing

Around a Circle A Blizzard is going to hit they say

But What about the Young Ones They are Strong Their Will

Is Mighty Nerves of Steel Their Decisiveness hangs like the

Icicles in A Antartican Evening with Sea Gulls and Penguins

What are they doing in a Desert

The Young Ones have Imageries where the Desert sees the

Sea is driven forth so the Camels can get Ensconsed in the

Boats but How then is an Oasis A Refuge A Cave A Home

Away from A Home No It is the Home for Us Homeless

Hopeless

A Point of Hope where the Young minds mingle with

Wrinkled Creatures with no Halos on Them

But Seriuously what is all this does not make Sense

Most difficult things dont but it is Easy to Understand a

Person who is where you were Eons Ago So fullof Verve

Yes Verve

How a Opposite could be so Possible as an Option



In your PC

That is What Old Age loses and a Jangled nerve

And at the Finale you Realise that


You got the Same Pair of Spectacles

Now Some One Else is wearing

To See a Very Different Mirage

Seeing the Mirage meet and Materialise into a Hot Humid

Clump of Mud under Your Feet

Welcome to the Land of the Ordinary

Small Fragments but Enveloping the

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