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A few things that I have tossed out there. *******
Your Danger I love thunderstorms. I love danger, or at least the threat of danger. I love the electric clarity of imminent and unavoidable and irreversible change. The sexy charge of will and desperate need that accompanies this statement of power. The staccato shotgun announcement of arrival precipitates that brief gastric terror. The possible chance of a direct hit, however remote. Like being smote by a not dispassionate god. I love your danger, or at least the threat of your danger. ******* Cherokee Morning
the sun rises
cool morning breeze strokes surrounding meadows the great spirit smiles ******* That Evening
That evening there were clouds
That evening there was a moon
That evening met against the stars
Now and then, on moonless nights ******* Bunnies, bunnies Nikolas(my best guy) and I made this up as we walked through Mill Run Park one night in Manlius(my town, NY after seeing a bunch of bunnies and trying to touch a baby bunny that wouldn't quite run away.
Bunnies, bunnies everywhere,
bunnies, bunnies, it's not fair!
bunnies, bunnies, it's so fun
bunnies, bunnies quite a scare,
bunnies, bunnies, there's a pair,
bunnies, bunnies, there's one now
bunnies, bunnies in the park
bunnies, bunnies in a heap
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