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by T

LIKE THE GLOWING EMBERS OF THE LAVA LAMP
OR THE APPARITION OF THE SOAP SUD BUBBLE
IT DANCES ITS OWN SWEET DANCE
TO THE MUSIC OF THE ANGELS...
THAT ONLY IT HEARS
THE ETHERIAL GRACE THAT NO ONE STEERS.

INCLUSIONS OF ATMOSPHERE SO UNIQUE
IT HOVERS LIKE A HEAVENLY VOYEUR
IT KNOWS NO DOOR
THIS SPRITE OF FOLK LORE

I WONDER TO MY CONCLUSION...

THERE GOES THE DEPARTED...LONG SINCE JUDGED
TO ROAM IN A PLETHORA OF GLORY
AND TO HE WHO KNOWS...
THE WISDOM OF IT KNOWS NO BOUNDS...

By T Proud Supporter of AnimalAid

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