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“IS THE ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME TOO SWEET?” a poem 30 Sept 2019 (Mon.)

The lemonade’s too sweet; the tea’s too strong;

There are too many seeds in the orange juice and OldKingKong,

is too hairy for sweet, little Fay Wray to consider marriage to;

I JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT NOW I can even do?

I know. I know. I’LL DO SOMETHING. I’m SURE that MIGHT work;

I will modify and alter, for I don’t wanna be [considered] “a jerk.”

I WILL CHANGE WHAT I DID TO MAKE IT RIGHT,

But WAIT. Despite my worrying late into the night,

About how to correct and how to modify an untenable situation,

I SUDDENLY REALIZED:

Without[REALLY]doingANYTHING, thingsWILLbeDifferent,

AllThroughout The Nation.

TRUMP, for instance, NEVER DOES THE SAME THING TWICE;

Even though people say: “He’s always mean,” sometimes he’s actually nice.

Even though Democrats say: “He DID IT AGAIN,”

HE COULDN’T POSSIBLY have, ’cause THE MOMENT WHEN,

He does ANYTHING, WHAT HE DID CAN’T BE REPEATED;

It’sA lawO’Nature: “ONCE YOU DO ACTION “X” IN TIME FRAME “Y,”

“X” & “Y” are GONE” FOREVER; so, I DON’T HAVE TO PLAN AND CRY.

So, IF the lemonade is too sweet today,

IF I serve it tomorrow “EXACTLY,” [asTheySay], “TheSameWay,”

IT WON’T BE, and so it might not be too sweet then.

THANK GOD,

I can relax and not try so hard. AMEN.

fin โ™ฅ

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Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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