August 5, 2010 § Leave a comment

Malevolence raises its pretend hand once again
To show us the true nature of its beast.
We sit ‘neath the tree of life,
A loving wife of evolution’s taking.

Sunday morning becomes another day
For frolicking in the western sun,
Never knowing the wherefors for whys
Or the wind blowing ways.

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