When I touch this platform
I unload
An understand
How to get at you
But then
I look and see
My mask
The world
The dough
The way others work
The way I try to fly
In a no fly style zone
You be different
Not difficult in the mist
Of evening rain
Which never remains the same
In any case
We must all
Be briefed on this or that
To keep the flow of
Groove moving with that musical tune.

Nobody likes a whistler, particularly not the divinity that shapes our ends.

Just keep stirring the pot, you never know what will come up.

Idle women are always ready to mind other people’s business.

Written By Wally Lamb

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