nature is no nonsense
thing.
it always repeats itself
the way the sun
sets
the manner of moon waning
water ebbing
rain falling
the way that apple falls
from the tree
birds rising from their
sleep
etcetera,
this clock this glass
and these
girls, they're no nonsense
too
we gape and wonder how wise
are they
how natural how bountiful
how lovely.
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