I draw our universe in parallel lines between abstract dimensions,
Seasons of reason grow blossoms of treason,
When the harvest moon comes all doubt arises,
From the blue sky north I wonder the why is.
Spring will fall after the winter glow,
Years come as fast as the day will go,
I postie in life lines just like these,
Thoroughgoing off words to make them please,
Attempt on your ears may deaf not fall,
A duty an honor a beckon a call,
Solid sanscripts long sitting of all time,
Have written your future past and present, as are mine............
FTBAS 11.20.12
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