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Loving the value of communication,
it is in each a bearing of the point magnet drawn.

On the grid by design a marrow of the deep rich of a span,
to believe that reincarnation, incarnation and merely coming to term,
the deed of travel on the rails of learned.

I know that the vast divide is chunked math that the addition is subtraction to speak Communication,
by Ways and Means of trade on virtual media the press is of counter to task,
the brain with Energy of matters.

A valley floor once upon a time,
may be the future of the mountain signed on a river lean.

That creek of the plow to a ditch on the field,
draining to filter or increasing the sill,
windows of place with a view touching stand,
our body informing that shoulders have planned.

Truth introduces the hands of a scribble,
with notes to the letters and a little of the nibble,
Human Beings are not chew toys that are disposable crude,
in the recycle of less we bring countenance blessed,
asking nothing to hold the scream of our bold,
yet in the most obvious it is life walking by scrolled.

Round to the circus of this World and it's death sells,
some would say that talk is dead while they speak,
for the minute tears on the scrambled minds that are afraid of cans,
I say that belief is innocence providing simplicity with sight,
beyond the boundary that is set at portions,
I see the Outer Realms with ease,
it is a singing relief.

From basic construction to the Oxygen debt,
Trees that now grow to heights of below,
the breeze is ever in the breadth of Solar,
to the stars that galaxy is incredibly gallant,
as the Universe is a shower of the wild at mount.

Circulation to bring a tide on a ring,
fires that show the flame in a Crow,
how bright life is to list as it travels,
across the voids just to know that it's noise,
however, the carriage of ear gives rise to nothing here,
for people just kill the sound with smothering at pound.

The weight of a pack that slides to the count,
so many people have been lost through the years of just downed,
reading some older posts that I have published,
I enjoy that these markers are brought up by the random reader,
with only provision to dust on the shelves,
it is the care on the cycle that perks the scouts shoe,
than to be so much tune:  Tuned in by the found is a piano Guitar for the Harp playing Violin.

The rosin is would sentence explain to the ream,
books upon pages that deal with theme,
to tank of the first,
that pump of the sound,
I know that the list after list is amazing to bound,
exuberant display of hope, wishes and just plain excitement of days,
I have now known that reason is wisdom and wisdom has grown.

In proper of played these writes on the bells,
whistles and spelling each word with a 'Tell',
origins of original to the additional clause,
a phrase to a stanza to a comma for jaws.

Foggy is breath that steams on the glass,
or is it just blowing from the long Winters lap,
treat to the weather as outside right now,
the horns are singing as the seals bark to the shroud.

Birds chirping text with a letter on best,
the ships with a Watch that announces a clock,
to the depth of chart as a wheel in the dark,
trails to the Vision of making great a big decision.

Touch out on a structure of the sound,
do not ask the list to pine,
for each day has been a post taking so much to providing the change:
Dimes.

Choice is a secret to making what is on the shore of the Scene,
the sands of the Rollers because even the Oceans has seas.