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From: Alfred Lehmberg <Lehmberg@snowhill.com>
Date: Mon, 02 Jun 1997 05:41:32 -0500
Fwd Date: Mon, 02 Jun 1997 18:22:33 -0400
Subject: Alfred's Odd Ode #141

Apology to MW #141 (For June 2, 1997)

It=92s the life of the moment
When blessing=92s been by.
And the worries recede
Into clouds for awhile.

With the animals healthy
And with plenty to eat;
Even flies are unbothersome,
And their flight is a treat!

The day=92s tiny dinosaurs
Sing brightly in unison.
They share the back yard
Free to fly =96 beyond innocent!

The black ones are grazing
With red ones on guard
For they eat different bugs
And they are each in regard.

Success without planning . . .
Think about potential!
We have their physicality, plus
We=92ve self aware credentials!

There are mountains in the distance.
And I climb them with dispatch.
The view from there can take your breath;
From your worry, you detach. =20

A crystal breeze is in your eyes,
Smell flowers born in heaven.
Huge mountain space beyond all touch,
And it=92s choice that is your haven.

Spread your arms and shoot for skyward.
Let the stars define what=92s free!
"Before I die I want the sky"
"To shoot down into me."

I could be dead tomorrow,
Or I could live a million years!
This is the science forecast,
It=92s beyond your tears and fears.

Right now I live forever
When someone takes the time.
To share my conscience with me
I can put in words that rhyme.

They come from muse=92s breast
On the tops of covered hills
From temples that can smile
While guaranteeing useful chills.

Behind pink marble columns
In the temple of my mind
There stands the smoky oracle
Of an alien view through time.

Take the view and find what=92s hateful
Dissolve like what=92s gone past.
Cast off that stone, and fill your lungs!
You can BREATH at long, long last.

It=92s the hatred that confines you,=20
And gives you all your pain.
It=92s where folks from space are hiding,
In our shallow unused brains.

These hiding folks do worry
As they find us special still.
We may be sunlight in their darkness
We may be flowers on their hill.

We have some use or we would find
Them killing all that=92s human.
They smite us not, or in such a way
That snaps in two your logic, *proven*.

It may be true you=92d live a lie
To keep from starting over.
But I don=92t find that possible,
And I=92ll roll in sweeter clover.

			Lehmberg@snowhill.com

--=20
"I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite. What others see from
afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, while burning at the
fundamentalist's stake for rolling in that clover!

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