Words Are Symbols. Thoughts Are Nimble.
Beliefs Give Them Thrust
In The Yard Of Earthly Dust.
Hens Keep Calling — Axes Falling.
Body Bag Bake. Stuffing Cake.
It’s A Headless Brawl
When Perceptions Trip and Fall
In Ancient Weeds
Like Chunky Toms Wearing Thongs.
Throw A Load Of Peace
In
That Downhome Feast!
Gratitude Is The Flavor Of The Day.
H.T. Manogue
www.shortsleeves.net
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