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Sunflowers are tbe symbols of CBS Sunday Morning
They are both happy and sad
Warm and Welcoming
Spending time at CBS studios as a Media student left an amazing impression
CBS has a long and loyal viewer in me
It starts my Sundays and some weeknights are ended with Steven Colbert
So,when I visit South Dakota will look for Sunflowers
Seems they have been part of my life more than I realized
Thanks to Jane Pauley and all those behind those Sunflowers
Til next Sunday
she fits perfectly
against my stomach.

the lamb and the light
of all we could become,
gentle spirit of the everlasting moment.

the heaven when all,
all we want,
is all we have.
Loves reinvention
winter spring summer and fall
natures totality
Spring here in South Africa :)
the wolf howls, no reply.
the clock ticks but never chimes.

who outlasts the tomb?

we walk the halls
to remember footsteps,
shout at the walls, why!

who do walls remember?

whispers and laughter,
the weight of every sigh.
the shadow that weeps
and the child who cries.

the wolf howls, no reply.
the clock ticks but never chimes.

what do windows see?

faces pressed close, lovers kissing.
the tears from a bleeding sky
when the rain
taps gently for all lovers.

walls echo laughter and longing,
and windows dream
of time gone.

the clock is ticking.

who outlasts the tomb?

the wolf howls....
each heartbeat a plea against the void.
Alien invasion,
little blue men falling from the sky.

They're coming for our jobs.I tell you! 
The blue men must die!

Nuke them, trap them,
ship their blue butts back home.

Go invade someone else's galaxy,
leave ours alone.

We're not giving you our women,
our money, or our food.

You're just interstellar criminals,
who can't even speak our language,
that's just rude!

So strap that rocket to your tail,
and go back to where you came.

Earth's borders are closed.
So we can make it great again!
I hope that's not Marvin's
Plutonium 238 Space Modulator I hear
whirring up in the background!

Inspired by the HP Poetry Meeting this evening!
Clouds of pain

cover the wounds

of the heart.

Innocent tears fall

like gentle drops

of rain.
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