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Mar 2023
let us,
sets the scene, be willing as one,
let us, parlay
vou and us, a we of two, me'n'sie, du,
oui, yes us a we of Bully good,
no, not bully ******,
but good you know
the adjective, no, no, never, we are sheep.
- the code of the mission positioned

We come among you who live among lions,
to promise, we shall **** all your lions,
and your unicorns, and any other trophy,
we wish,
and impress upon our soldiers, to wish for,
wish to me becoming a mighty hunter,
take pride good boy being,
in serving sons
of kings wives
daughters,
in Prussia, two centuries back.

Slave or serf, or local peasant, miner son,
after the mines killed all the grandfathers.
- we went to Texas

Faith of those fathers who learned to read,
decidedly different,
- then to Arizona, back to Arkansas
then back
then back and forth, to California,
2023… core levant in our mindshare,
place of peace and clean sweet water

a code, acquired from a conversation,
with my second granddaughter,
as she played at playing the old piano,
demonstrator of deep
infinity, from the left most key and pedal
held,

til I hurt myself
t'day…

I grinned until it hurt, at coknowing
snowflakes are never the same,
in any given snowstorm,
she has seen, close up,
she has watched a snowflake form,

and she agrees when I say, something must know.
That no two use the exact same pattern,
right,
regulation snow rules must apply to each flake.
Real time.
Three parts of a mighty fine day.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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