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Imaginaria

Imaginaria

(insight, sci-fi, speculation)

x

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Machine Life

x

Ain’t devices grand

Until they’re not

And how long is

A generation, anyway

Things work

They slow down

There is no message

Though the problems could be

Indications as they are

In old age

The old age of us,

That is

x

Machine life

Oxymoron

Maybe

Maybe with A-I for real

The opposite are nearer

To the same thing

In us all

Man and machine

They (ubiquitous) used to say

But let the women try

All shall be well

As a woman said

x

x

note

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Saint Julian of Norwich

(we ubiquitous do not know her name—maybe her cat sussed it through any sublimation)

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x

Visitors

x

They landed

And found a plethora

Of DNA

On our machines

On the insides

Even blood

Inside

Who were these people, then,

Was soon discovered

Helixes reconstructed

And their features

And their colors

And the shapes of

So many of them

x

The machines they talk to

And brought them here

In fact

Shall interpret

And reconstitute

Everything

Planetside

As well as

From the things in orbit

That have been falling

While a few remain

For boarding

Or retrieval

x

This was a race

Or races

Many kinds of one race

They covered themselves

For the atmospheres

And seasons

Up to four of these

It seems

They were preventive

Though mostly reactive,

Waiting for a crisis

Then responding

x

There might have been those

(translating documents

reshaping the shaping

of their flesh

and all the things they made

for prosperity

or expression)

Who tried in sciences

And arts

To say something

Warn them about

How to live

And what might be coming

x

Well,

Library these

Revive some as we can

Or may

They had the rudiments

A-I and androids

We can work off of these

As templates

The name

Many references to ground

And we have encountered

Worlds named water,

Fire, and air

Smoke and fog

Pollution

And clarity

x

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Prophecy

x

Three kinds

I was taught this

I’ve thought about it

(these)

Maybe I’ve done some

Merging

On the inside

All about it, too

x

There is the kind

That foretells the future,

Which is the kind

We think about

The most

It seems

x

There is the kind

That foretells the present

That tells the monarchs

There is invasion

Here

Or a great fire there

x

Then there is the kind

That interprets

The present

With insight

And a voice

That can serve the queen

And should they arrange it

Assist today’s administration

Well

And overall

Overall

And well

x

But then prophets

Often get into trouble

Even in democracies

Who are they

Why should we listen

Are they saying

What we want

To hear

Is prosperity promised

And God’s approval

Because God is in our side

Because

We say so

x

Go to the launchpads

Go to the modern museums

Enjoy

Be warned

Grow

Live better

x

As for disagreements

Or outraged

If not ignorant

(usually ignorant)

Confusion

Well,

Weather that

And try not to burn

The saints

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“The Smallest Things,” “Peace Relative”

(x = space)

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The Smallest Things

x

It’s cold

There is a blanket

There are enough things

For morning coffee

And toast

For breakfast later on

There is sunlight

So our whole planet

Has another

Day

There is water

I can drink

x

I can wash things

I can

Wash me

x

I have trash

Lined up in bags

Somewhere to take it

I have other piles

(boxes)

By the door

That should I have the

Help

Can go away

Be useful for others who

Might need some things

I had

x

My

Neighbors

Beat the ceiling

But there are no literal explosions

We are lucky

We have things

We can share

When

We want to

We can live in peace relative

To what’s inside

But peace for war

All

The same

x

C L Couch

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Peace Relative

x

Relative to war

And to shutting doors

To keep things out

As if

We hadn’t seen or heard them

Once before

Or every day

x

Relative to shining in

With sunlight

Rather than

Explosives

Something negligent

Or something planned

x

Maybe not peace everywhere

Not yet

And peace organic

Certainly not remaining

Only

Peace from graves

x

Gravesides are pretty

And they’re quiet,

Mostly

We can do so much better

We should

We must

x

We want

To be there

At the end

And how about

A single turning page

Into the story of

Today?

x

Be there for that

Lift each other

The greater adventure

Is not war

Or even matter turned to energy

(it should go

the other way around)

But matters

Of the story

Withheld until we know

We have

Today

x

Next chapter

Please God

Please

Each other

Please

Let’s have the next

Have the next

Now

x

Now

Now

And now

x

C L Couch

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3 Links in a Chain

(x = space)

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3 Links in a Chain

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1

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I slept half a night

That was half a morning

My eyes are strained

(they hurt)

I have a heart test later on

And another to have

On my own

By the next visit

x

I feel like Peter Pan

In that

I won’t grow up

Neverland must be nice

All that woodwork

A heaven for Bob Vila

(remember him?)

It might be

On a co-ed trend by now

And so

A better microcosm

I suppose the wireless

Is terrible

x

2

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Funny how

Wireless is back

When it was so antique

As a term

For a long while

x

A hundred years ago

Or so

It was what the radio

Was called;

I suppose we have both usages

In large part

To Tesla

Thank you, Nikola,

And also for your notion

Of offering the capacity

Free for everyone,

Which would be

Quite

The advancement

Over air

And underfoot

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3

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Maybe that’s my

Secret hobbit name

Mister Underfoot for when

I’m on clandestine

Business

Eschewing riders

Not from Rohan

But from Mordor

Or

The busybodies

By daylight

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Image by Micha from Pixabay 

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two brief poems, unrelated (well)

(x = space)

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two brief poems, unrelated (well)

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Spirited

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What shall God

Have for us today?

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A new assignment?

x

A day to read up

Instead?

x

A list of prayer so long

Indeed

x

Indeed

We’ll need the day,

Its focused energy for

Intercessions?

x

A day to encounter

Creation

Specially,

To consider all the wonder

And to play?

x

Or this day

Might be a day

Like all days

To love God and each other,

Not a suggestion

Or an option

But direction

Limited by human will

Alone

x

Though

Admittedly

As people in the world

With

Myriad possibilities

There are days

When it’s hard

Or when it’s easier

To love

x

Which might be why

There’s both

Expression

And redemption

Available

At will

All the time

x

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At the Bottom of the Hour

x

Could we do the news

In halves

So that

There’s bad followed by

As much good?

x

The readers

And

The ratings

Would be fine

x

We sponsor and produce as if

We believe

Good is automatic

While bad

Is creative

And so (bad) more attention-worthy

x

Though

The presumption is

Ironically

Disingenuous;

We know

By now

That bad is not

Exceptional

And good could stand more press

x

So by halves

Coverage of good and bad

(for some reason

in

the discourse

bad then good),

Well,

It would not be

(hah)

So bad

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C L Couch

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Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash

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2 disclosing pieces

(x = space)

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2 disclosing pieces

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In the Mood

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I am not sure what

To say

I never am

There is an empty page

(there you are)

I look away sometimes

Then start to write

I say

What there is to say

My mind is on God

And hoping

Frankly

For a good day

In all persons

I and you and we

And shall God give us (all)

A good day

Or something like

Often the wish is

To have the means

To get through

The bad

The means material

And abstract

Miracles

Would be gladly received

Material and abstract

Material would mean

What

Money

Treasure in the cave

Or sometimes simply

(miraculously)

A way out

While abstract is a good thought

A steady faith the medium

For good thoughts

Hope

How about

Dealing here not there

Founding philosophies

Of virtue

Values

(life has value)

Everything based on a directive

To

Love and be loved

Meaning

And gratitude

And when everything is wrecked

What seems what must be

The chance for living well

Living at all

Around us

Or inside us

Due to wrecks

Outside inside

Inside outside

War and the fear of war

Fire

Ruined ground

Where there was verdure

Even where we used to live

Our habitats

Are gone

With how we thought

To be social

To be at all well-knit inside

There are wounds

With the pain and stress

In healing, too

The burdens and ennui

Of getting by

At best

When we need something better

In both places

External

And internal

Grant us peace

Grant us hope

Grant us enough satiation

We could day

This day was gratefully asked for

And received

Thank you

Divinity

Each other

And ourselves

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A String of Pearls

x

For me when I was young

A horn was

Chosen

For me by someone

Who

Merely looked

At my lips

x

Whose sound

(the horn)

I liked

But did not to play

Success was only in first chair (first)

Driven to drive

And park there,

Which I did

I could have been

First second

Or given up

Not bothered in the first place

Maybe piano

Sung instead

Once I discovered these

And then for me

The joy in conducting

x

I could have compromised

With the world

Stayed quiet

When

Go noisy

When not

Stopped being told to settle down

As if Greeley were talking to

A young man in the east

Contemplating west

x

I could have had

A few things that I liked

Not so many things

That broke too easily

Things

Of all kinds

Or I could have learned more

Experimented

With taking parts of things I had

To meld

Them into the new and odd

Setting an eccentric path

On which I find

Or receive

Pieces on the way

Look, feel

For beauty in what’s there

What might be the possibilities

In new combinations

New whole things

x

Had I adolesced this way

I’d be on a weird way,

I suppose

Accepted enough by the world

With all my second places

On a creative way

Releasing rock

You know

From the unformed statue

Or other work

For senses

And appreciation

x

Thanks

How about

Safe drinks all around

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titles of Big Band songs made popular by Glenn Miller (Glenn Miller and His Orchestra)

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haiku (more)

(x = space)

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haiku

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1

slow nature inside

plants grow in unsure seasons

ours darkness or light

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2

unsurely outside

winter by a calendar

summer another

x

3

creature on a branch

cardinal or squirrel set

then fly or skitter

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C L Couch

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(like those earlier, these haiku can relate to each other, though I doubt there is a rule about connection; or each haiku may stand alone, which I guess is more traditional)

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Photo by Vincent van Zalinge on Unsplash

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haiku

(x = space)

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haiku

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1

twenty pages in

the need to gaze and breathe out

outside for elsewhere

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2

city-wise black trees

darkened too the sky-wept street

nature go with tears

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3

after rain is haze

exhale into clarity

newly gifts of night

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C L Couch

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Early

here are some poems

a booklet as it were

that I drafted early this morning and,

well,

over sixty years

x

I could not decide

maybe none is good

but for now

call this

x

Early

x

x

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Wages

x

What do I deserve

Well,

The Bible has an answer

x

So does Donald Trump

And others like:

Acquire

And do nothing more

Than lie about how much you have

x

Too little to the IRS

Too much to the rest of the world

x

Then die someday

And nothing that goes with you

Goes with you

Except for judgment

That was avoided

Or, again,

Lied about

x

No grace

Forgoing grace

Since without cost

Isn’t worth collecting

x

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Fixit

x

I need a sewing kit

But then I’d need to do

What to do with it

Or what’s inside it

x

A socket wrench

And other tools

And then a broken car

With which to contend

x

The fixing life for me

On other planes

Repairing in the multiverse

Somebody like but is not me

x

x

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Caffeine Relaxation

(paradox?)

x

It’s Saturday

It’s early

It’s cold outside

But warmer than

The February expectation

I have some coffee

Actually

To calm me down

I woke up and my eyes hurt

And in many other places

I feel pain

A kind that agitates

So maybe

Some quiet sitting

And creating

While I sip

And hope

The warmth coming inside

Will work some Starbucks

Magic

Like yesterday’s Tim Horton

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Simply Born

x

1

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A problem with the English

Maybe all the

Europeans

Is this matter of the blood

Whom and what

You have

Inherited

Determines

Everything

Monolithic expectations

That lead to similar allowances

x

To the manor born

Above the salt

A Tudor

Or a Stewart

Maybe selected for convenience

But only from those swimming

In the rarified

Waters

Not of H2O

But, you know,

RHIP

x

We can’t be wizards

Sorry

Any more than monarchs

Because we weren’t born to it

While talent

Study

And determination

Aren’t enough

x

And if we’re born into

Villainy,

Well,

You are a villain

Though maybe you’ll get off

The hook

If you foreswear family

And all the generations

Of your line

x

Time in tracks

Matters:

How your family

Behaved as born

One line after another,

The lines

Becoming nets

Because you’re caught inside

The legacy

x

Slice through

Then go out

On your own?

There’s an exception for

Villainy, again,

Or outcast

At the least

And then you better leave

Before your one-time peers

Reach for stones

x

Maybe it’s American

(Canada, the USA, Mexico,

and all the nations

south)

To believe that

One’s own might be dreamed about,

Discovered,

And worked for

x

What are we good at, really?

And dare to ask

What do I want

To do?

x

It’s not to say

Genetics do not matter

And we should take

Somber care

Of understanding

And of choices there

But maybe

Let democracy prevail

Regarding will

As well as votes

And encourage voices, too,

So bold to say

Does not have to be

So bold

x

Break through, England,

And the rest of

Europe:

Allow for aptitudes

And choices

Beyond

What we think the Domesday Book

Or other inked-in listing

Dictates over us

Over ages

x

Be yourselves

And let us be our own

And in this

Let discipline

And joy

x

2

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Still

Sometimes I would like to know,

To have discovered that

I come from a long line

Sherwood Forest outlaws,

Musketeers,

Or pirates

x

Romantic,

Then, with no brutality

x

Force used only for

Protection and defense—there’s

A code,

Subsuming the genetic

And determined

x

So heroes, then—and

Is that a legacy?

And how much does that matter?

Once again,

We learn about the past

Our past

And what each one

Was disposed to

x

But then we choose

Not because blood

Allows

But more so wishes

And our circumstances that

Might change

Or make us

Reconsider

x

But knowing

(encouraged to know)

Who we are

And what we want

When

We’re allowed

x

x

x

Brother Orchid

x

My sister said

I should try

An orchid

For an indoor plant

I sort of killed

Everything I had

Even the plants

From visits

At the hospital

Brought here

Then what my cat

Finished off

x

Orchids are stronger

Than you think

They last

Deal well with light

And respond to

Conversation

x

Which is the

Only thing I know

To try for sure

Talking to the plants

And

You know

Watering

Them

Too

x

x

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A School of Good and Evil

(I had the TV on for noise)

x

You know,

They dub the shows

In many languages

x

It’s a Netflix

Thing;

I’m not sure

About the others,

My cable being limited

x

But it’s a service

To the world

And to

Its ratings,

Even approbation

x

And why not

To both?

Serve

And get rewarded;

Sometimes

Does no better

x

It’s a mindset:

A program,

An agenda

x

There is money

Between hands

In media

More so than

Admittedly

Engaging

The ideal

x

Let it go

Let it happen

Say thank you

If you otherwise

Would not understand

Anything

That would otherwise

Be your own

Experience,

Interest,

Delight

x

x

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Stories for Circles

(in this case, Winx)

x

A school

And a circle of stone

x

A field trip

Or classroom

x

Maybe that’s

What

Stonehenge was for

And all

The circles

Everywhere

Which is to say for

Learning

x

Then no wonder

There’s the

Story

Of Merlin

Raising stones on

Salisbury Plain

x

The circle in

Which to teach

The young

Arthur

x

Circle of stone

For endurance

All

The surfaces

For testing

And for trying out

Like the world that

He would

Grow into

x

Fight

Negotiate

And also most of all

To rule

x

x

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A Cloak and Must There Be a Dagger

x

I’d like a cloak

To wear

Though they’re not the fashion

Now

x

Nonetheless

Something to draw

Not to zipper

Or to snap

Or button

Over me

So much

x

A cloak

Might speak to

Characters

Of another age

And

You know

Real people

Who need layers

And with

Which

To reach through

For reins

Or to push pocket things

Coins

And such

x

Yes

For walking along cliffsides

And let the ends

Dramatically be blown

By wind

And hints

Of storms

‘Til they arrive

x

But I think could I settle one

Over me

Then I could drive

My car

Or protect things that I carry

Or simply

Unshaped

Move along

x

It is

I guess

A masculine request

Since women

Wear the cloaks just fine

And ponchos

Should

And when they wish

Sigh

For not wanting

To be seen

For

What I wear

x

x

x

Muskrat

x

I wanted that

To be our song

And the one across me

Told me

About already having it

And with another

x

Kindness, perhaps

Regret

Or moving on

Only now do I

Wonder

With a spark

About motivation

x

x

x

The School after Knocks

x

I wish

I could go to

School again

Things would so different

So much

Better

I’d choose more carefully

And not so many

Things

So that I’d be doing

Things

x

I could create

And without motivation

But my own

x

You see

I’d know something of the future and

The possibilities

Outside of agendas

And

Expectations

For me

From the others

x

x

x

Victoryous

x

Love says

In our good books

Also in the trees

On the wind

And over oceans

Inside oceans

Too

That

Kindness is for real

And keeps coming back

For options

x

Rather than

The steel rule

That what is

Hard

And closed

Taking on

Hoping for

Thrashing of opponents

To win

x

Love says

Try another

Because I am

We are

Stronger than metal doors

And points on lances

Untorn banners

And brighter than

LEDs on boards

That signal launches

x

Love will

Last

Beyond

All that

And on its own

A shadow between forms

Like us

Until the forms are more

Like us

Without mortal impedances

To either side

And we are ready

To choose love

And have love

x

In love

There is not much

More ambition

Certainly not

A mean one

There are

Hope and faith

And with these

Love prevails

Over

Well

Everything

x

x

x

Asking

x

What shall I say to you

Today

But that I care

And want

To know

And to know more

Of your story

x

The pages are easily

Worthwhile

Word by word

And spaces

In between

x

Because you have great value

You are you

And what you say

You have

You’ve been

You are

Best-sells

In the best way

Both easy

And compelling

x

A book that gains no money

But is rich

Has wealth

As your own,

As you

x

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C L Couch

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Photo by Nadiia Ploshchenko 🇺🇦 on Unsplash

Finded these cute tiny guys in our garden, tulips in the background added a great contrast to this shot.

Kharkiv, Ukraine

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2 poems about power

(x = space)

x

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2 poems about power

x

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A Day without Power

x

The plug on the computer broke

Last night

I had what was left of

The battery’s charge

I thought about what to do

Without the use the computer

To get a part for the computer

x

I live in a small town

There aren’t big signs saying

Fix Your Computer Here

But I call a friend

And with real words we discussed

The problem

x

He knows more than I

And so helped me make a list

Of non-electronic possibilities

I moved on one of these

Using the car

(not a mouse)

Going to a place with walls

Not firewalls

Looking people in the face

And telling my brief story

x

We found something universal

That could fit

My machine

I purchased the new thing

That wasn’t cheap

But a day without

Going into two days

Was not desirable

x

In the world,

There are better needs

And bigger

I didn’t lose electricity

And I’m not in a war zone

I am poor

But there’s help to get me food

When need be

And sometimes other things

x

I am sick

And usually tired

But am ambulatory

And have lots of pills

That help

And there are side effects,

Which mostly thanks to taxes

And my age

I can afford

x

I tend to think your needs

Must be greater than mine,

More real

And more pressing

But in my larger story

There was one decent passage

I can share with you now,

Hopefully to hear

Your story, too

x

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The Power of Friendship

x

We’ve been through COVID

Got our shots

More or less retired

From our jobs

We both believe

And sometime have

Good conversations about faith

We share books

We don’t shop

Or take trips together

We might cheer on different teams

He has a house

(mortgage paid off recently)

He is married

Has three children

I’m forever the third wheel

x

We give rides for each other

When needed

For tests or procedures

He’s gotten me to hospitals

When necessary

And sat through

Unovertly

Through many times of waiting

x

There’s power in this

Unplanned

We simply met through the department

And it’s been many years

Untypical perhaps

Too academic

I think we both

Like the mind

But there is more

As there is more to people

And a complex world

x

The future will provide

There is no prophecy

Apart

We have our issues

And our challenges

Together

What David and Jonathan

Might define

Or Gertrude and Alice

Something in the ether

And before the TV

Watching movies (us three)

On Friday

x

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C L Couch

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