CHESTNUT
My carriage is a little off - only just a bit -
today. Nothing enough to be ruinous, only
watchful. These are but ideas, and they work
twice : once upon inception, and again to
implement. Overall, the world is nice, but
still I hope to change it. As the conductor
said about today - 'It's good! We're here,
and we've got our health! OK!'
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I cannot always make things right, myself.
Sometimes there's a quaint devil in the
opening - something quiet and staring
forth. I butter the bread with havoc :
a blend of mayhem and froth.
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Who is Chestnut? What does that mean?
Like a dreamtime 'Rosebud', all charmed
and waiting, we are the snow-covered Alp
of our own making. Waiting in place.
Like a fast car, with big back tires and
a hot-axled rear, we're headed for good
times in a hurry. I can only count the
moments. The child in me lives.
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