I am amused by the song
We dance and picked corns...

*I have been following the debates and issues...
O America...

Bright, simmering piercing with light
Against the bride adorned in black...

The twin brothers Pain and Pleasure
They tell lies when you embrace...

This pains inside
Reside with joy...

The way this life is
Everybody passing the buck...

Let Peace be still on thee, O Plateau.
Great are your pinions and so the little foxes...

I was gullible to the fall
Told the coroner that’s all...

Rosy days gone
Autumn past and done...

Ripples of sheen in the bath
Crumbs of dandruff eating beneath...

I wrote this for my Spanish friend who means so...
but a person with goodness,kindness and good acts...

The wind blew
Clouds gathered...