I'VE GOT SEVEN
The paranormal came home to roost again,
with light marks on the cabinet where that
little vessel had landed. Transitional size is
no big deal - it facilitates a better travel.
Then, upon completing the travel, as it were,
we simply re-emerge into whatever transient
life-form is prevalent or needed. A certain
pride, indeed, must goeth before the fall.
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The green of grass is as precious as the
yellow light of a fiery sun. So many things
beneath the heavens, my friend, and
everything always on the run.
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