You and me wed, in a house in the country
With a donkey
But how much does cynicism taint my future
Of a bouquet
A spiritual but not a physical one
To a darwinian there is only matter in competition
every day has a night
this mortal coil
This flesh
This marsh
An empty canvass
this Galapagos island
This agony of searching for your acquaintance
These nuns in terraces neighbouring the sea
this unrequited love
a blocked road verses the freeway
The yes from no
This black from white
This full plate from empty plate
rationaly
Time to go to the garden not the toolshed
Fragments like ours may have a greater universal value than aforethought
A pretty picture
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