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You have it and then it goes away

You stab it with needles everyday

While flora blooms in your honor

And love is there in the fauna

Not with music but politics you play.


The further the wind carries up the day

Making love or just a quick role in the hay

Am I brave or a coward

In love with frog bleats in rain showers

Connecting with answers Using all m brain matter