why do you squint sir, to see more clearly,
the sun in my eyes, orb of the heaven blinds
at night time, the other divine body too weak
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is fun, mean and malicious
all it takes is some kind of chatter
idle or intensional, illusionary or functional
talk and a lending ear, someone to hear
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Vicarious voyeurs lurk
In lower depths of guilt
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Critic Critic be more specifc,
Don't tell us of your thoughts terrific
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Loblolly pines and poplars, acorns and pawpaws
Warmed by loess and humus
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Long before we learned to speak
They could alight, glide and fly
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no eliptical door, barred
rectangular shadows
triangular reflections
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