you can always read about it, plus; By a-feelin' you had

Lost in the big green house on long narrow stairs saw railin' No problem; I go to bed when it gets too dark to ever do, readin' & both of us got further Than we realized; Me, How many windows are we to nature; THERE ? BEAUTIFUL BLUE DOORS THE CARELESS CHAIR ! Many, Many, many & you can count the windshield down rainin' And; Ye will be no longer sadder than me can say; On, Up, In peace Stories behind the skies; In the halls add'd, until, pastels recall'd recently walls observ'd forward findin' the splendid dream. ~ New, Openin' bud wakes up ~ New, Olde Main St. Where ? ~ New, St. Francis. Prepare ye animals, I share somewhere a-spot Deep down in my steadfast heart amusin' A-garden, flowers, vegables, rose 🌹 forevermore Instant; All at once or twice The reason for this ~ That starts across the finish line To his last amazement found that glimpse Blown over the 🌞 hot sky Hey ! What ship ⛵ ? BLUE snail go like waters, A-stream to the ocean To clean up again; Ye Olde places, Wordle turtle 🐢 earth 🌎 whirlin'. Round a stone Where your spaces, remains worn away Thru-out a great emphasis on time. Here, rabbit 🐇 heard nearer From every hole, every corner, into fades, Collects shapes in the wind One of mine gone to colours swirlin' about Of good bein' into feelin' My all-timey favorite part be Calls outta seashells layin' & rollin' on Shines to the ceilin' Seeks over hollows; Reeds, pastels, visions For to go-ahead in To no-where To restore ~ To intertwine, I, do what thou wilt To make every vine. So one wrote, somehow. Feelin' wonderful again; The beautiful flowin' Bendin' connectin' everywhere. At first light on over-nights closer, oh, back Over, crates, quality & such wonderment; Mystifies me So we die On the sea voyage, therefore, does cases of juice, Continuous emptiness won't; They run on the walls at its nighttime Full moon 🌙 tonight causes Reckless on the same page Then could be, Something strange said; "HI" Signs came. Appear'd at the better sense, moments Amongst other things Keeps goin' for, Back to that work, maps sold here & now. The first sounds of verses Of songs inside It is what it is, to this, of all our kindness Of sorrows, of anything else Rejoices it, as my watch stopp'd existence, From, momentarily. The olde self remains off & on Please, do you mind, reachin' That hand ✋ shakin' until, a-glancin' glare I'm still searchin' thru-out this step solid All was lovely, to look at, To see you, then & there over The cold hillside, the top; No-where floats on, He head's on To, go on yet to be one cool Spring For long walks with ye & begets deep Summer All sets well again. Me, A-poet's tree deform'd although phone ☎ Telephone ☎ booth reform'd Stood still holdin' company It's another resilient bird 🐦 all & all It's gonna look good A-small patch of grass Knitt'd together A-forest floor for me + my dog 🐕 On Earth 🌎 lovely, bright 🌟 stars fall It was a-black day A-dark flood We will go far in the zodiac wheel Keep it chart'd; Oh, twigs Ye life had remark'd on my struggle seein' really. Goodly listens Life's too short anymore It's tiny things ~ is this all up What would life be like, clears it ! 🎶 notes. Do you wanna give or take ? I think I could By anytime coinage & He knows, goes thru it, too, What let thee ? Ice-shelf, melt away At ye own tough luck down wider lanes But not-so alone; Oh, get along Golden Cloud ☁ I'll be-hoofin' it home; Hobby 🐎 horse. Grew & grew, NOW! A tower Outta order or WHAT-EVER ? Yet ! Cloud coolest Redeems the start For I have thoughts of dreams With lost words ahead. Sleepin' on the wings, They're still watchin' today You do wanna radiate Meditate how sheets wider saw To sides don't fret All the signs above the skies turnin' Made of soda bottles, water bottles, amazin' fell Side-by-Side with, Hot & cold sandwiches. So, I must say to you; Ado Let us soon, meet & eat & greet seashell again sighs

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[alanwgraham]

All of life, or most of it, is here Robert. From your read/review stats I surmise that some have struggled. I have to admire your courage to take these all these words -and produce some great snippets of delight eg 'A-poet's tree deform'd although phone ☎' It is somewhere on the spectrum between the monkeys and typewriters and Shakespeare! On rereading I would move it considerably towards the bard.
Cheers,
Alan