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Nov 2014
SEASONAL
The garden fence is decked with honeysuckle in bloom.
The sun displays it's beauty.
It's dangling in the sky.
The grass dresses the perfect lawn.
While humankind sit on woolen rugs.
Sipping at cocktails, drowning in ice.
A solitary honey bee flits through the velvety sky.
It's nearly December.
So shall man cry.
This planet so wonderful, it truly is a mess.

In dark lands warriors speak in foreign tongues.
Different languages one and all.
They speak of dreadful cruelty.
Of dreaded war machines.
Their machines rumble and tumble.
Trundle on through deserts and malls and shanty towns.
Above fly the bombers, they're destroying who knows what.
Nobody knows, anything goes.
The seasons on Earth are upside down.
Kindness and humanity.
All topsy-turvy.
It's nothing to do with the weather.
Just a change in the climate.
It's much much more political.
(C) Livvi
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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   ---, Jayanta and Amitav Radiance
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