Listening to acorns hit the deck ( literally ) It’s making me laugh ( inexplicably ) The season’s turning ( inexorably ) Closing my eyes I soak up the sun ( luxuriously ) Taking these moments as they come ( miraculously )
of war yesterday we went to war to rid the world of want filling coffers with oil vast vats grains dark powders spice life water and wine...
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