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| I was driving down town, only 20 miles per hour. Took a Look Around at all the golden leaves and oaks a� fire. The gentle breeze scattered them around and made The world Beautiful again. I remembered what it was to be a child with Open arms to everything Around. I pulled into a parking lot, and saw a boy across the street. He was running flustered with intent. I wondered where he was going in such a rush. What was more important than the warmth I�m seeing now? If only he had stopped in time to witness me hug a tree. If people Only Knew. It�s only easy to understand all you see, when your eyes are closed. I feel so much more when there is a hand in mine. This is all here, for I have found my company. I am finished With All the polyester souls that fill our rooms in Victorian style. Tripping over tables and arm chairs. They will fall in infamy. My beguiling friend and I will hang the art low and move Our Desks aside. Reaching out in bliss. Beautifying our hands As we wash them of the reds from our books. We�ll let them all set fire. We�ll touch and caress each other�s minds And hold onto life- it flows �with in you and with out you.� And we are aware We�re only small, unless we spread the love we know. Two bulls were born on the Days of Mothers. In distant places, they stray from circuses. One Adam, and one Jean will Complete a Revolution only with our Hearts. |