I.
one by one
my thoughts
are passed
along from
me to you...
and
one by one
your store
them as
squirrels would
forgetting
where you
put them all.
II.
I see a sunset and
feel good... I see
a sunrise and feel
better... there is so
much beauty around
us and so little time
to appreciate it...
beauty does not
translate into dollars
unless it is associated
with sex and then
it becomes ugly.
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