The pacifist robin sang like John Lennon
Plumes of spring ontology
Being is the milieu of nature
Peace is daffodills hid in the dawn
We contemplate our end
Should we or shouldn't we?
I seen a red fox today
on a path of bur oak
That's enough meaning for supper
My cat rolled over like a puppy
I scratched his little belly
Now I believe in love
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