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MYSTIC POET

Robin~

A ROBIN in the morning. In the morning early, Sang a song of warning, “There’ll be rain, there’ll be rain.” Very, very clearly From the orchard Came the gentle horning, “There’ll be rain.” But the hasty farmer Cut his hay down, Did not heed the charmer From the farm, And the mower’s clatter Ceased at noontide, For with drip and spattered Down came the rain. Then the prophet robin Hidden in the crab-tree Railed upon the farmer, “I told you so, I told you so.” As the storm grew stronger, And his heart grew prouder, Notes so full and slow Coming to blither, louder, “I told you so, I told you so,” “I told you so.” ~

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By Kindness

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)