Robert Murray Smith
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Ode To The Earth
the earth we salute you our dot
nothing above, or below except
other lonely dots
shined on by a bright sun, and
a loon of moon
from eons you came alone, pounded
by asteroids red, explosive molten
allowed your tears to pool as seas,
rivers flooded, flowed streaming
allowing primitive life forms to
through ice, earthquakes, molten
you accommodated life in all forms
to grow, and prosper
a home for the whole of ...
Poverty finds its way in mean lots
face not normal, faces a lot.
Not so fine mind, stricken, from new
body not fine, is lot by lot, a plot.
A mean family, affects lot by lot, forever
rations rationed, ends a passion mid-lot.