ronald meseck

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A cloud knows its destiny,
birth but a speck in its midst
a warmth gathers a whole,
a design purest in of white.
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I took a walk along a river
Hearing nature singing its songs
Coming upon a tiny island
I wadded through the water for it to see
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We'll sing this song about money
The truth in it is not funny
As when the day is done
The tax ax has had its fun
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So arose a rose
as red as is
the dawning sky
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In days of my youth, way back when
In winters night, those so cold back then
A secret vistor would sneak in from that chill
To escape those temps of twenty below in nights still
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Looking out a window, watching tree leaves sway
What is there to tell us. winds true way
Looking at a river, at a height in perspective
Sights of a being, and the mind thus is collective
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On hills sloop near a river stood that special tree
East and west mountains vested it deep in a valley
It was near that tree where they first met one day
They young, starting school, it was on their way
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Oh God! , What a most perplexing task that has been given to me
To have this power to decide life or death in situations of complexity
In the far reaches of my mind these enigmatic decisions I must make
I ask myself are they too harsh or too overly kind
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An empty stool, a tripod easel - foot to toe
Artist scratching his head looking at a canvas
There a void as only shadows on it did show
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